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The Best and Worst of "Sons of Anarchy"

Sons of Anarchy" is not your average TV series. It's a thrilling, gut-wrenching, and often controversial ride through the world of SAMCRO (Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, Redwood Original). With seven seasons of outlaw motorcycle club drama, it has its highs and lows. Let's explore the best and worst aspects of this unforgettable show.

The Best: Complex Characters

One of the show's greatest strengths is its characters. From Jax Teller (played by Charlie Hunnam), the conflicted club president, to Gemma Teller Morrow (Katey Sagal), the matriarch with secrets aplenty, the characters are multi-dimensional and deeply flawed. Their evolution over the series keeps viewers engaged.

The Worst: Excessive Violence

"Sons of Anarchy" doesn't hold back on violence. Some scenes are so gruesome that they make you look away. While this brutality adds realism to the outlaw world, it can be stomach-turning at times.

The Best: Authentic Biker Culture

The show's creators did their homework when it came to portraying biker culture. From the Leather vests adorned with patches to the codes of brotherhood, they nailed the gritty and authentic feel of the motorcycle club world.

The Worst: Questionable Moral Compass

SAMCRO operates on a questionable moral compass. While they may have good intentions at times, their actions often blur the line between anti-hero and villain. Rooting for characters who commit crimes can be morally challenging.

The Best: Loyalty and Brotherhood

At its core, "Sons of Anarchy" is about loyalty and brotherhood. The bonds between club members run deep, and their willingness to sacrifice for one another is both touching and inspiring.

The Worst: Destructive Relationships

While the show explores various types of relationships, many of them are toxic and destructive. From Jax and Tara's tumultuous love story to Gemma's manipulative tactics, the relationships often end in tragedy.

The Best: Gripping Storylines

"Sons of Anarchy" knows how to keep you on the edge of your seat. The intricate plotlines involving rival gangs, power struggles, and personal vendettas make for riveting storytelling.

The Worst: Pacing Issues

At times, the show's pacing can be uneven. Some seasons drag on with seemingly endless subplots, while others rush through major events. Finding the right balance proved challenging.

The Best: Strong Performances

The cast of "Sons of Anarchy" delivers exceptional performances. Charlie Hunnam's portrayal of Jax Teller, in particular, is a standout. Katey Sagal's Emmy-winning performance as Gemma adds depth to the series.

The Worst: Gratuitous Sex and Nudity

The show doesn't shy away from explicit content, including explicit sex scenes and nudity. While it may cater to some viewers, it can feel gratuitous and distracting from the main storyline.

The Best: Thought-Provoking Themes

"Sons of Anarchy" delves into thought-provoking themes like the consequences of one's actions, the price of power, and the impact of family legacy. It offers viewers more than just mindless entertainment.

The Worst: Overwhelming Tragedy

Be prepared for heartbreak. "Sons of Anarchy" doesn't hesitate to kill off major characters, often in devastating ways. These losses can leave viewers emotionally drained.

In conclusion, "Sons of Anarchy" is a show that thrills and challenges its audience. Its complex characters, authentic portrayal of biker culture, and gripping storylines are some of its best qualities. However, its excessive violence, moral ambiguity, and destructive relationships can be difficult to digest. Ultimately, it's a series that leaves a lasting impression, for better or worse, and that's precisely what makes it unforgettable.

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Guns, Claws & Teeth pt. 1

On the way back from running an errand for your brother, you stop by an auto garage for a tune-up for your car. Once there, you run into a bit of trouble but it's nothing you can't handle. Unfortunately, the humans you've made friends with are dragged into the mess.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Words: 3.2K Author's Note: If you’re from the SoA fandom, LOOK AWAY! I’ve never seen the show- just read a lot of fic and seen some clips. Needless to say, my characterization of your favorite bikers is most likely terrible. SoA and Teen Wolf AU.

When an issue arose with a couple of packs in southern California, Derek sent you to check it out and resolve it as quickly as possible in his name. Each state obviously had several packs residing within it, but there was only one alpha which all the other packs looked to for guidance and to resolve any issues they were having with other surrounding packs. And for as long as you can remember that one alpha has always been a Hale, even after the terrible tragedy that nearly wiped out every Hale in the state of California.

On the way back to Beacon Hills after a successful impromptu peace summit, you notice your car isn't running as smoothly as it should. You're in the town of Lodi when you realize it and you ask around for a legitimate auto garage as you stretch your legs a bit. Everyone tells you Teller-Morrow Automotive in Charming is the best you can get around these parts and you thank them for the suggestion.

Ten minutes later and you're pulling up outside of Teller-Morrow Automotive. The gates are open, and you see a couple of milling about inside. You carefully drive in and put your car in park. Off to the side, one individual is on a smoke break, and he whistles appreciatively at the sight of your all black 1967 Chevy Camaro. He stands, sweeping back his hair over his head as you cut the engine, and it's then you notice the scar alongside his cheek.

"That's an absolute beaut, lass."

"Thank you." You pull out the keys, pocket them, and climb out of your car to meet him halfway. "Are you guys open for drive-ups or..?"

"The lads an' I have some time to kill after they finish the car in the garage. What is it you'll be needin'?"

"Full tune-up. She wasn't driving as smoothly as I'd like."

"I think we can swing it. Let me check wit' the boss." The man turns and sharply whistles, and then two other men are making their way towards you. One blonde with a swagger in his step that you can't help but appreciate, and the other with a mohawk trimmed closely to his head and tattoos taking up the bare skin. While blondie has a neutral expression on his expression, the other is smiling wide as he eyes your car.

"What's going on, Chibs?"

"The lil' lass here wants to know if we're open to doing a full tune-up for her."

"Money is no issue so long as you don't jerk me around," you say. "If it needs fixing, I don't mind paying for it, but don't say something needs to be replaced if it truly doesn't."

Blondie looks you up and down before eying your car, smiling. "Might run you a couple hundred."

"I'm good for it."

"I'm sure you are." He looks back at you and holds a hand out. "Jax Teller, owner. You've already met Chibs and the one eye-fuckin' your car is Juice."

You laugh as you clasp his hand with yours. "YN Hale."

His hand squeezes yours a little tighter as the twinkle in his eye vanishes. Your muscles tense as anger suddenly wafts off all three men. "Any relation to Deputy Chief David Hale?"

"Nope." You shake your head. "The only Hale's I know of are me and my brother, and we reside in Beacon Hills. We don't have any other family."

The men seem to relax at that and Jax finally releases your hand. You then shove both your hands in your back pockets. "So the tune-up?"

"Yeah. Uh, we can do it. Might take a couple of hours, depending on what needs to be replaced and that's after we finish the car we're working on right now."

"That's fine. I'm in no rush."

"Then you're gonna wanna go see my mom so she can take down your info. Name's Gemma. She's in the office."

"Thanks." You take your right hand out of your back pocket and dig into your front pocket for the keys. You toss them up in the air and Juice is quick to catch them.

"I'll take those," he says.

You laugh and then make your way towards the garage, eying the part of it where it's obviously a place to hangout for them. You continue walking, heading for the door that's partially opened on the opposite end of the garage where you can hear someone inside.

You knock on the door jamb, waiting for permission to enter.

"Yeah? Come in." You push the door further open, flashing a sheepish smile when the elder brunette looks up from shuffling a few papers behind a desk. She looks you up and down, sizing you up with a haughty expression on her face, and raises an eyebrow at you. "What can I do for you?"

"Jax told me to meet with you so you can take down my info. They're gonna do a tune-up on my car."

She sighs and gestures to the chair across from her. "Have a seat." She grabs a paper from one of the desk drawers and clicks open a pen. "Name, number, make and model of car." As you rattle off the information to the woman, you watch as she scribbles it all down. "That's a nice car you got there. Might need more than the usual tune-up."

"Like I told your son, money is no issue. I'm good for it."

She huffs. "Are you sure mommy and daddy aren't gonna pitch a fit for spending their cash?"

You grin at the cattiness in her tone. "Unfortunately, mommy and daddy have no say in how I spend their life insurance money." Gemma pauses and glances up at you, expression torn between indifference and guilt. You shrug, flashing her a grin to let her know you're not offended. "When a psychotic bitch locks your family in your family home and burns it all to the ground, you tend to have more money than you know what to do with."

"Jesus, honey, I didn't-"

"It's okay," you assure her. "I forget not everyone knows about my family tragedy. It was a big deal in Beacon Hills and even to this day everyone still kind of looks at me and brother with pity in their eyes." Gemma still doesn't say anything and you clap your hands on your thighs. "So, uh, if that's all then I'm gonna go take a lap around the town. Any specific stores I should hit up?"

"Uh, there's a good milkshake shop in the middle of town."

"Thanks. I'll be sure to swing by. If you need me to head back, you have my number on file now. If not, I hope it's okay I hang out by one of those picnic tables later if the boys aren't done by the time I come back."

"Sure. Picnic tables are fair game."

"Awesome. Is there a number for a cab around these parts?" Gemma quickly jots down a number and you take the sticky note, smiling. "Thanks. If that's all, I'll see you later."

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

As you walk back out through the garage, you see that your car has been pulled into one of the stalls, but the boys are working on the car they had previously been working on before you interrupted them. You wave when they look up and continue on until you're standing outside the gates, leaning on the fence and calling for a cab.

For the next several hours, you eat lunch and walk from shop to shop in downtown Charming. There's a small boutique which sells decent clothes, a malt shop, a bookstore, an electronics shop and a jewelry shop. You end up buying a few clothing items and a couple of books, then buying yourself a milkshake before heading over to the local park.

Sitting beneath the tree, you sip on your milkshake while reading one of your books.

Close to five, you start getting text messages from Jax telling you everything your car was going to need replaced. As you went over a mental checklist of what he was telling you, you realized he was right. You asked him for an oil change and tire rotation as well since your baby was due for one in a month anyway, and he agreed to it. He told you everything was going to be just under two hundred dollars and you figured that was fair.

You spend another hour reading until you start getting hungry and figure you'll just head back to the garage with dinner for everyone. So after finding out there's a pizza parlor, you have your cab driver take you there. Four boxes of meat lover's pizza and two cold cases of beer later, your cab driver is helping you take everything down at the garage and setting it all on a picnic table outside.

"Come and get it, boys and lady! Dinner's served."

You glance towards the garage and watch as the boys finish wiping down your car, and Gemma pokes her head out from her office. They all share a few looks of confusion before they make their way towards you, with a newcomer in tow, and Juice immediately beams.

"Hell yeah."

"Hope you guys don't mind meat lovers and the beer I got. I wasn't sure what you guys liked."

"It's perfect," Juice says. "I'm just gonna put one of these cases in the fridge."

As Juice disappears with one of the cases of beer, you glance up at Jax and the tall man next to him. He's wearing a black beanie and has a full beard, but the thing that catches your attention is the biker kutte he's wearing. Sons of Anarchy. You quickly piece together the automotive garage is also a motorcycle club, but it changes nothing of your opinion on these people.

Gemma looks between the food and you. "Thanks, sweetie, but you didn't have to do this."

You smile at her. "I wanted to. Besides, I know what working in a garage is like. You work up quite an appetite in there."

Jax raises an eyebrow at you, blue eyes twinkling. "Got experience?"

"I do, actually. My brother owns La Luna Automotive in Beacon Hills."

His lips twitch. "Before we get into that, let's sit."

Juice returns with paper plates and napkins as Chibs and the newcomer push together two picnic tables. You rip open the case of beer and pass a few bottles out before you take your seat, smiling as Opie introduces himself while taking a seat next to you. Juice passes out the paper plates while Gemma hands out napkins, and everyone readily pulls slices of pizza onto their plates.

Gemma is the only one who delicately eats, shaking her head in amusement as the boys dig in.

After a few moments of eating and drinking, Gemma finally addresses you.

"So, YN," she waits until you glance at her. "I'm not one for apologies, but I feel like I owe you one." The men all freeze, glancing between you and her.

"You really don't, Gemma. It's fine."

"It's not. I made a bitchy comment based on your appearance and lack of concern over money. You didn't deserve that."

"Thank you."

"And you have my heartfelt condolences. That fire-" She trails off, shaking her head, lost in her thoughts.

Jax gulps. "Ma? What are you talking about?"

She continues to shake her head before looking at you and you sigh. "She's talking about the Hale family fire," you tell them. Immediately you have everyone's attention. "When I was fourteen, numerous members of my family were purposely trapped in our family home and burned alive. The youngest victim was only ten months old."

"What the fuck?" Jax says.

"My idiot brother dated our high school substitute teacher. When our sister found out and threatened this woman, she went crazy. Especially when my brother broke things off with her. So to hit my brother where it really hurt, she went after our family. The only survivor from the fire was my uncle. My eldest sister was away at college, the woman had lured my brother away so he would be wracked with guilt, and I was at a sleepover."

"This bitch is rotting in prison, right?" Gemma asks. "I'd like to pay her a little visit."

The men chuckle and you flash her a smile before taking a sip of your beer. "She got smart. She hired three men to do all her dirty work so if the cops made any arrests, nothing would point to her unless they talked."

"Wait, so she's not in prison?" Opie frowns.

You shake her head. "There were no arrests even though we knew exactly who started the fire. It was her word against ours, so my sister put our uncle in a nursing home and took me and my brother out of state. We stayed in New York for a few years before my sister went back to Beacon Hills for something. She didn't check in like she was supposed to, so we went looking for her. We found her dead on the grounds of where our family home once stood."

"Holy shit," Jax murmurs in awe.

"Oh. It gets better." You chuckle, pausing briefly so you can eat a bite more. "When me and my brother reestablished ourselves back in Beacon Hills, guess who kidnapped my brother and tortured him for shits and giggles?"

"That fucking bitch." Gemma's expression is enough to make you laugh.

"My uncle, who had miraculously recovered, ended up getting justice for our family before the cops showed up. Then my uncle was killed, and me and my brother inherited a shit load of money. Which brings us to why Gemma mostly thought I was just another little rich bitch."

The men all chuckle as Gemma flashes you yet another sheepish look. Everyone goes quiet as your past tragedy sinks in, eating some more and easily finishing off three boxes of the pizza.

Eventually though, Jax has a question for you. "So if your brother owns a car garage, why waste your money here?"

"Well for one, I was not about to drive my baby all the way back to Beacon Hills when I noticed something was wrong. And two, this place looked like it held some honest workers and well.. why not share the wealth?"

"You get yer hands dirty, luv?" Chibs wonders.

You nod. "Here and there. My brother liked to take in strays from shitty homes, putting them to work so they could make an honest living when they were older. And when it turned out that we all had an affinity for fixing up vehicles, my brother opened a shop so the strays could have a steady job. We all work at La Luna for him, but he needed me to run an errand for him."

"Huh. I would not have pegged you for someone who likes to get their hands dirty," Jax says.

"Oh blondie, you have no idea how dirty I like to get." The men all roar with laughter as Gemma chuckles, shaking her head at you. "So enough about me," you say. "What about you guys? Is it always this quiet around here?"

"Nah," Jax tells you. "There's usually a lot more of us, but my step-dad had to deliver some parts to another location. Our brothers rode out to keep him company."

You nod and say no more.

After everyone's had their fill and is just lounging about, Gemma tells you if you're ready to square up your bill. You agree and follow her into her office, paying your bill without any issue.

As you're making your way back to the group of men are who enjoying their beers, another person walks through the opened gate of the lot. Everyone takes notice of this newcomer and Jax calls out, "Hey, buddy, we're closed for the night!"

But the newcomer only has eyes for you. "You're trespassing on claimed land, wolf."

Your nostrils flare and the scent of wolf fills your senses. You narrow your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, ignoring the confusion going on around you. Licking your bottom lip, you saunter forward a few more steps, aware of Gemma flanking you. "Am I now?" You muse. You scent the air, tilting your head to the side. "And which pack do you speak for?"

The guy growls- audibly growls- and tensions all around your skyrocket. The men all stand, making their way towards you and Gemma, unsure of where to stand as you go toe to toe with this guy.

"You're not from the Alvarez pack or Satomi's pack because they're allies," you say. "There is the Hillard pack, but they don't got the balls to stand up to my brother, so that leaves.."

"The Hillard pack is gone. We've taken their territory."

"Ah. Newcomers." You tut at him, eyes twinkling. "We don't care much for packs rising and falling, but all packs must check in with the alpha who watches over the state. And in California, buddy, that's Alpha Hale."

The newcomer's eye flares blue as he snarls. There are shouts of surprise from behind you, along with the telltale sounds of weapons being drawn, but you merely raise a hand and glance over your shoulder while minutely shaking your head at the startled bikers. Then facing forward once more, you grin, careful to not show how rattled you are. "Fall in line and learn the rules around here or you will be chased out of California. Now run along back to your alpha and pass on the message."

The guy snarls once more, but slowly backtracks out the gate. As soon as he's gone, your smile falls and you dig into your pocket for your phone.

"What the fuck is going on?" Jax asks.

"Wait." You find Derek's contact in your phone and hit send, pressing the phone to your ear. When your brother picks up, you sigh. "We have an issue. The Hillard pack was taken out and the one that took their place doesn't wanna follow protocol. A beta just outed himself in front of a group of humans."

"Stay put and send me your location. We're on our way."

"Thanks, Der." Turning around, you're not surprised to see that everyone has a gun in hand. You nod in understanding. "If you have more weapons, now's the time to get them out."

"What the fuck is going on?" Jax asks you, expression hard. "And what was that guy?"

"Believe it or not, that was a werewolf. I'm a werewolf," you tell him. "And apparently this new pack who has a claim on Charming doesn't like a newcomer on their land."

Jax and Juice snort, but your expression doesn't change.

"You're being serious," Gemma realizes.

"I am. That guy was only a beta, like me. His alpha will most likely be here soon and he'll be stronger than I am. I'm deeply sorry to bring this issue to your front step. I had no idea a new pack had taken over," you tell the group, guilt etched into your very expression.

The humans are quiet for a moment and then, "What do you need?" Jax asks.

"Back up. Aim for the head."

He nods, solemnly, while glancing at his brothers who give him a terse nod in return. "You got it."

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Dirty Old Man

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by Hope4thehopeless

Tig Trager gets himself into trouble with the daughter of his VP during bloody '92. Tig Trager/OC.

Words: 4160, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Sons of Anarchy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Tig Trager, Gemma Teller Morrow, Clay Morrow, Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, John Teller, Bobby Munson, Prospect(s) (Sons of Anarchy)

Relationships: Tig Trager/Original Female Character(s), Tara Knowles/Jax Teller, Clay Morrow/Gemma Teller Morrow

Additional Tags: Rough Sex, Heartbreak, Pre-Series, Clay as the VP, Alternate Universe, Clay Morrow's Daughter, Tig Trager in over his head, Romantic Comedy, Tragedy/Comedy, Tig just can't help himself

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Sons of Anarchy: Word of the Day, Conflicted

This isn’t necessarily a review. It’s more of, I watched this, this is on my mind. I want to get it out of my mind, so I write about it.

Sons of Anarchy is the antithesis of the types of shows I usually watch. It’s a drama centered around mostly male characters that requires a lot of time and emotional investment. It can be brutally violent and dark, but has real heartwarming, emotional and even really funny moments. A co-worker recommended it to me. He knew I liked Expendables and motorcycles. There aren’t a lot of stories about motorcycle clubs because they are so secretive. For a show to be set in a Club interested me right off the bat. I picked up the first season since I had the money to do so. Then I got sucked in due to the story about the baby, Abel. By the end Season 4, I was heavily invested in the characters and the Club. But Season 5 is where my type of storytelling and Kurt Sutter’s type of storytelling diverge like those proverbial roads in the woods. The basic contrast between character driven stories and plot driven.

Sons of Anarchy is the tragic tale of violence and sins of the fathers being repaid even unto the fourth generation of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. Jax Teller is the son and stepson of two of the First Nine members of the Redwood Original charter and heir apparent when his stepfather steps down as President. However, Clay Morrow’s vision and Jax’s vision of the Club are completely opposite and Jax ends up making compromises that pull him deeper into the criminal warfare and away from the legitimate future he wishes the Club could have. As it spirals deeper out of control, it tears apart his family, destroys his relationships and sparks a brutal gang war in the streets of Stockton and Oakland that eventually comes home to roost in Charming and on Jax himself.

Kurt Sutter knows how to write when he focusses on his characters and shines the light on their flaws and stays away from overt symbolism and brutal nonsensical violence. When he focusses on the characters the writing is tense and tight and keeps the audience coming back for more. That was the first four seasons and the last four episodes of season 7. Seasons 5, 6 and most of season 7 were major stumbling blocks as instead of focusing on the characters, the show focused on plot elements of how they were to set up the last four episodes of season 7. They took what they felt needed to happen, the double crosses, the deaths and plugged it into a sequence that focused on the events rather than the characters. It was a drastic departure from the previous writing and it didn’t work in my opinion.

The story worked for me when the characters were trying to stand up for what was right even if they were going about it in the only way they knew how, through violence. Or, when the characters were being pulled in several different directions. Jax in Season 2 and 3 with trying to decide on whether or not to keep Abel. Juice in Season 4 was agonizing as his own heritage and rules off the club were being used against him. They were adults trying to solve adult problems. How to pay the mortgage when there weren’t enough jobs in town to get a second job? Have a baby now or get an abortion and have another one later? What is the definition of family and how do families help each other? With motorcycles and leather… and guns, and big explosions because crime. It was a lot more appealing than shows about vampires who can’t decide who to date.

Season 4 was so tense and engaging for me, that I had a hard time picking up Season 5 to continue. It was just so emotionally exhausting. Then, Seasons 5 through 7, I sat through with gritted teeth of frustration and worked on puzzles on my floor. I had to force myself to watch them. That’s how big a 180 the writing was.

I want to emphasize that I am coming at the show as a writer. Sons of Anarchy was an extremely popular show with the average viewer left wanting more. And as a writer, I can see the reasons why the viewers wanted more and were pissed that Kurt ended it at Season 7, despite Kurt having told the story he wanted to tell and ended said story where he wanted to. (As a writer, I respect him for this as I’ve done it myself.) And I can see why, in the moment of writing it season by season, why they made the choices they made with the story. When you step back away from it and look at it from a distance, these choices may have been the wrong choices. (Which is why outlines are important.)

The story is a tragedy. It was developed as a tragedy. It was pitched as a tragedy. It was pitched as Hamlet on motorcycles. And by the end of the story, J.T. is set up as God and Jax has become this Christ like figure complete with communion symbolism. And honestly, I have no problem with tragic stories. They are not my cup of tea. I know there is a place for them in the overall scheme of things. They can teach valuable messages. I’m just not sure if the message got across appropriately in Sons. (Hatred, violence and retaliation is bad. But the hatred, violence and retaliation had been glorified too so, don’t know if the message got across. Especially when it had to be blatantly stated in the last episode which is a little too late.) And I know to me, after watching the final episode (and predicting the events of the last four episodes) the entire story felt like an exercise in futility. There was no point. If there was to be some sort of hope in the tragedy, it wasn’t shown enough for me to feel it. There wasn’t even a surety that the cycle Kurt had set up with J.T. and Jax had been broken. Maybe it wasn’t enough of a tragedy. Kurt spent too much time trying to save something that shouldn’t have been saved. A true dissolution of the Club might have been more satisfying.

In Sons, we’re rooting for the criminals. The criminals have been set up to be the ‘heroes’ of the story. And in doing so, the villains, law enforcement, the traditional heroes of other shows, are shown to be venal, corrupt and at times down right socio and psychopathic. The villains mostly started off big, as in, law enforcement of the federal level. There were other villains present in the form of rival gangs or even criminal enterprises that were supposedly in league with our ‘heroes.’ But law enforcement was the largest and most common thread throughout the seasons. I think what Kurt and the writers were trying to do were start the villains as big threats on the horizon, federal agents and threats of RICO shut downs with mass arrests. Then, they tried to narrow the focus of how the Club’s activities were threatening them close to home by bringing in a local District Attorney for the County. This was supposed to make the threats feel more personal and more dangerous.

It didn’t work. Partly because as they did that, the supporting villains became more caricatures than characters. Partly because this is backwards to how these stories normally work, you start with the small threat, the close to home and personal and that brings bigger measures of crime which brings the bigger threats. And lastly, because the writing was much more intimate and character driven with the bigger threats than it was with the smaller threats, the smaller threats didn’t feel personal or intimate. This is why they audience wanted more of the story. The threats had been building and building becoming bigger and bigger and suddenly, they all collapsed. There wasn’t a threat anymore. If the Sons could handle a Federal RICO case and juggle CIA double agents, then a local DA just wasn’t going to be a problem. It wasn’t realistic. It was taking smart characters and making them stupid. It felt like two completely different stories. And as they tried to push and push the envelope of violence and shock value, it became numbing and downright boring.

Boring wasn’t helped by the same two characters making the same mistakes again and again over the entire seven seasons until they both ended up dead in the same episode. (It was long overdue and I was thoroughly sick of the two of them and their inability to pick a side, stop poking their noses in things they shouldn’t and keep their mouths shut.) That was just bad writing. In writing, characters need to grow and change and learn. Or other characters need to make the mistakes just for the sake of variety.

Motorcycle Clubs are primarily men’s worlds and the show reflected that by usually having only two female characters as protagonists at one time. There were more female villains at times than there were fully fleshed out heroes. There ended up being only three of note, Gemma, Tara and Wendy. Gemma was the matriarch, her defining role was to be the mother. She was also manipulative and a narcissist. Her pride and possessiveness both made and broke the Club.

She is contrasted with Tara, who is the Madonna figure, the angel come to redeem Jax. However, Tara’s story is one where the angel falls and becomes exactly what she hates. We watch her sacrifice her ideals and what she wants bit by bit to help Jax until she’s lost everything that is dear to her.

And Wendy, Jax’s first wife, was supposed to be the true redemption story, the story of second chances. When we meet her at first, she is a drug addict who almost kills Abel with her drug use. And then we don’t see her for several seasons until she returns, drug free and wanting to be part of Abel’s life again.

Gemma’s story, Tara’s story are strong stories. We care about them. We have an investment in what happens to them. We want Tara to succeed and redeem Jax, getting the boys out of Charming. We want Gemma to get what is coming to her, the fruits of every ill deed and choice she has sown. Their stories take place right in front of us, are played out on the screen. I couldn’t care about Wendy when she returned. I couldn’t see her as the true second chance redeeming angel. Her story hadn’t been shown to us. We saw the results, not the work. It didn’t work story wise. More bad writing.

The same could be said of Gemma’s relationship with Nero. Supposedly they loved each other, but that was a result, there wasn’t any work or effort put into their relationship other than sex. It was if they felt they needed another father figure for Jax and lumped him in with several other positions they needed for their story to work. The relationship never was shown. It just happened and we were supposed to accept that Gemma and Jax had accepted this new guy as part of their family without emotional turmoil. Jax was more worried about business than this guy trying to set himself up as a mentor to him. It didn’t feel real. (That and by the end there was no chemistry between most of the actors so the sex scenes felt forced and unnecessary outside of Tig and Venus.)

It didn’t feel like there was a concrete plan once Clay was deposed and Jax was President. Only when they were winding the story down and focusing on the personal results of two seasons worth of senseless violence did the story come alive again. And then, it was over. In order to make it feel finished, there probably would have needed another season. But by this point there was no one left to feel connected to. No one from the original cast to care about enough to continue and no actor with a big enough name to hold viewers’ attention.

I’m not even going to touch the overtly symbolic and jarring final scene. It was an insult to viewers. I should have been able to predict it, but I was holding out a smidgen of hope that they wouldn’t make Jax that stupid. My bad.

Maybe this is my bias towards character driven writing showing through. Sons stands as this very interesting example of the difference between character driven writing and plot driven writing in just one show. I find plot driven writing boring. It’s why Leverage, as fascinating as the cons were, couldn’t hold my attention and by contrast, the Librarians with the focus on the characters, does. Because Sons started out as a character driven show, is why the reversal to being plot driven in the second half frustrates me so. The characters were no longer conflicted within themselves. The conflict was all external and you need a lot more than a few explosions to make that type of story interesting or even inventive. We don’t need to turn to fiction for senseless violence. There is plenty of that in the world already.

So, like the writing, I find myself conflicted about the show. I liked the setting, the motorcycle club, to a degree the characters. I liked a good half of the writing. And then, I didn’t because characters became forgotten and there was too much mindless violence. Conflicted is the word of the day.

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 14

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: angst, mentions of a terminal illness, mentions of a stab wound/infection, hospital situation, mentions of encouraging a hit/murder.

Jax’s POV

"You're as blind as you are crippled!" I yelled at Clay.

He was pissed. But so was I. I felt the guys pulling at me. I could see some of the guys pushing their way between us.

"NO," Clay yelled, "the blind guy is in jail. His wife is dead because of you."

"I'M NOT THE ONE MURDERING WOMEN!"

The guys were yelling at us to calm down. Pushing us further and further apart. Some of the crow eaters had grabbed their shit and bolted. They didn't want to be here if more cops had to show up. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion.

Then suddenly a huge crash. The sound of glass shattering. Clay and I broke our stare down. Mom had broken her favorite serving tray on the table. Glass scattered across dishes and plates. The little kids stared at us all in horror. Suddenly I felt like the worst person in the world.

I was broken from my thoughts when Chibs hit me in the arm.

"I asked," he said a little louder, "how did Otto take it?"

"The same way any of us would," I sighed, “not well.”

"Do we know who?"

"Not yet," I said, "Georgie and his crew left for Thailand this morning."

"It's a buying trip," sack said, jumping in, "fleeing the scene."

I nodded and shrugged, "that's where my money lands."

"Luann," he grumbled, "that's not your fault. Yeah. Take a lap kid."

Sack muttered an okay and left.

"What's on your mind?"

"Fiona was here."

My eyes got wide, "when?"

"Yesterday," he admitted, "Alli cat called them. Apparently, my kid got wind of the accident. Fi came to make sure I was okay."

"Jimmy O with her?"

He pursed his lips, "I didn't see him, but he'd never let her travel on her own. He must be here."

"When we were on the inside Stahl had photos of Zobelle with Cameron," I admitted, "trying to get us to sell out the IRA."

"Cameron is selling to Zobelle?"

I nodded, "confirmed it yesterday. We lost the Irish pipeline."

"Shite," he growled, "Jimmy'll be going mad."

"Hey, it wasn't our choice."

He shook his head, "It doesn't matter. They'll find a way of blaming me...you need to talk to Fiona and Alicia."

Tara came in and Chibs immediately changed his tone, "hey Doc."

"Hey."

"Just checking up," Tara replied, "Unser is looking for you."

Okay," I nodded, "Look we'll handle it all. Okay Chibs. You just get better."

He nodded.

I went to leave, but stopped myself and looked at Tara, "you okay?"

She nodded and I smiled, kissing her.

As I began to head downstairs, I saw mom in the chapel. She was praying. When I asked if she was okay, she looked like she'd seen a ghost. I didn't have the nerve to question her further when she got up, pretending that she wasn't doing anything.

I told her that I was going to head back to the club.

Unfortunately, we had church. Sack called to tell me apparently Ima and a few other CaraCara girls had been arrested in a low rent porn sting from Hale at one of the cheap motels on the edge of town.

Alicia's POV

"You sure you want to do this?" I asked.

He nodded, "yeah."

I smiled, tears coming to my face.

"It's not going to be official or anything," I said with a sigh, “you know that, right?”

He shook his head, "Alli cat. You're the love of my life...if I don't do this it'll be the only god damned thing in my life I'd regret."

"You don't regret anything else in life?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, "It all led me to being with you. Why would I regret it?"

One of the tears slid down my cheek and I felt his calloused hand rub it away.

"Please don't cry," he sighed, “god, I hate seeing you cry, lass.”

I wiped another of my own tears out of the way, "I'm crying because I feel bad...we don't have much longer."

"Don't look at it like that," he pleaded, "we've known one another for fifteen years. I wouldn't trade any one of those days."

He looked into my eyes and now it was him that was crying. He pulled out a simple band and put it on my finger. I could feel that it was loose, but I didn't dare say anything. The look on his face let me know that he was aware. I'd lost even more weight since my admission into the hospital, but now all my hair was gone too.

The chemo had taken it. I'd taken to wearing colorful scarves to cover up my naked scalp.

"I love you," he whispered to me, “I love you so much, sweet’eart.”

"I love you too, Filip."

Tara’s POV

"I married her." he said in a whisper. I looked at him sympathetically.

"Chibs," I said, trying to be delicate, "you didn't marry Alicia."

"Well, it's not official or anything," he growled, "jesus Christ. There wasn't no priest, but Fiona stopped by, and she did an Irish ceremony for us."

"Your actual wife approved of this?"

I couldn't hold the judgement from my voice on that. His eyes became slits, and she turned to look at the prospect, "is it time to leave, or not?"

"It is, I ju-"

"I want to see Alicia before I go."

I bit my lip. I didn't know how to tell him that Alicia wasn't allowed to see anyone, "Chibs..."

He looked at me, "what?"

"She isn't allowed on this floor," I admitted, "they've got her quarantined in her room. She has a lot of fluid in her lungs. The oncologist thinks that she caught pneumonia when she visited you the other night."

"Jesus Christ, doc," he said, sitting up, "Why didn't you say anything sooner? It's been three days since I've seen her."

"She told me not to," I admitted, "I visited her this morning. They are doing tests on her right now."

"Well, that's a crock of shite," he growled. He went to sit up and sack pushed him back down, "leave me alone prospect."

"Chibs," I said slowly, "you can't be acting rash. I need you to calm down so we can discharge you. If that bitch of an administrator sees you acting out even more, she really will have my head."

He started muttering in Gaelic, and I left the room to find Jax. What I found instead was another biker, sitting in the waiting room.

"Juice, what are you doing here?"

"Mandy made me come," he groaned, "she went out to find you. Told me to wait in the waiting area."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothin-"

"Don't believe him Tara," Mandy said rounding the corner. She pulled me into a hug. I chuckled. She was in a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and a Samcro shirt, "he's bleeding again. I think it's bad."

"You're bleeding?"

He nodded, "it's nothing though."

"Babe, you woke up this morning in a small puddle of blood."

"Juice?" I asked completely in shock, "is that true?"

"I'm fine," he said, getting up. I'd caught the fact that he winced when he stood straight up. I looked at Mandy.

She shrugged, "he's being so stubborn. He won't listen to me. I think his stab wound is infected. While it's mostly closed up there is still a small puncture. I'm worried that something might have broken off in him."

"Don't say it like that," he groaned, “it sounds worse when you say that.”

She gave him a smile, kissing his cheek, "I love you, but you are way too stubborn, JC. Tara, please can you just look at him for a second?"

"Alright," I said with a shrug, "come on."

Mandy smiled and I led Juice and her to an exam room. I had him take off his shirt and turn around.

"See," Mandy sighed, "it looks bad, right?"

"Babe it's not that bad."

"Juice this is bad," I replied. I put on my gloves and examined his back. While one of the stab wounds had healed, the other one was still partially open, swollen, inflamed, and definitely infected, "have you been cleaning this? "

"He won't let me," Mandy said, jumping in, "he says the shower should be enough."

"Juice," I groaned, "You should have just let Mandy take care of you. You know she's training to be a doctor...right?"

"I thought she was just being dramatic," Juice admitted, "ever since she found out she's pregnant everything I do is major. Like when she found out i got stabbe-"

"JC, YOU WERE STABBED," she yelled, "how am I supposed to react to that? That is major."

"It's not." he laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Juice I am going to admit you to the hospital," I said matter of fact, "if the infection gets worse it may enter your bloodstream. You need to be monitored until you recover."

"Thank you." Mandy said, sighing in relief.

Juice tried to argue it, but when Mandy told him to be quiet, he rolled his eyes again and accepted his fate. When he got his shirt back on, I led them down a hall and spoke to one of the nurses about admitting him. The nurse had Juice follow and I was standing there with Mandy.

"Thank you."

I nodded, "no problem."

I went to walk off, but she grabbed my arm. I turned around, "hey...I uh...I'm sorry about the other night. When mom had us all over for dinner."

I looked at her. She looked concerned.

"Is that how you feel about me?"

"I just...I know that it's got to be hard for some people...and I understand that you were mad about everything going on here, but you took it out on Lyla."

"This is still about the porn star?"

"Whether you like it or not, she's just as much a part of being someone's old lady as you are," she sighed, "Opie hasn't been the same since Donna...but Lyla is helping him get back to true north...just like you do for Jax."

"Me and her are not the same..."

"No," she said with a sigh, "Lyla has compassion for someone regardless of their social status. I know you don't like her, but could you be nice for the sake of the club? He needs her. Just like Jax needs you."

Chapter 15

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 16

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of blood, medical setting, angst, MAJOR TW: depiction of being abducted and sexually assaulted.

Jax’s POV

"Hey," I said, coming into the office. Mom looked pissed, "you okay? What happened?"

"Were you gonna tell me?"

I sighed to myself. I knew she was referring to the transfer, "of course I was gonna tell you, ma...I just didn't want to say anything until things are certain."

"Are things certain?"

"Vote's tonight." I admitted.

"Sit," she said calmly. I looked at her. She sighed and glared at the chair in front of the desk, no longer to meet my eyes, "the other day you asked me what was in that box...it wasn't just old tee-shirts."

"I know."

"Why did you burn it?"

"I didn't know what to do with it," I admitted, "I just...I don't know."

"And now?" she asked.

"I don't know mom," I said slowly, "I think I just need to leave."

"It was after Thomas died," she replied after a moment. She looked back up at me, "your dad was lost, sweetheart. Darkest part of his life.”

“I know…”

“Do you want it back?"

"No," I said, "I think it's good you have it."

"Well, if I know your father there is more than one copy," she smiled, “I know for a fact Alicia had one…caught her with it before she graduated high school.”

I nodded, "yeah." I wasn't going to be the one to tell her that Alicia, Piney, Mandy, and even Tara and I had another copy.

"I loved you dad," mom said with a soft smile, " more than---more than I've loved any man. Great lay. Smart. Big heart. And very complicated. Sound familiar? His complications killed him."

"What do you mean?"

She looked like she was having a hard time putting the words together right. I leaned forward, "what is it mom?"

"I don't think your father's death was an accident," she said simply, "I think he hated his life and he let the road take it. I don't want the same fate for you, Jackson. The things I do...I do to keep you safe. Less complicated."

"I know mom."

"Nomad," she replied, "you know...it's a bad idea."

I patted mom's knee and got up, "I gotta go mom."

"Page 449," she replied as my hand touched the door. I looked down from the door...knowing she was referring to the manuscript. Then I pushed forward, “read it.”

Bobby stopped me as I was heading to my bike, "where you going?"

I shrugged, "I need to get out of here for a bit."

I was gonna re-read what dad had written on page 449.

"Come on," he said, "we gotta get Juice's proxy vote from the hospital. Clay is getting Tigs."

"What's wrong with Tig?"

"He's high as a kite," he said with a shrug, "up on the reservation, testing some shrooms."

"Jesus," I groaned, putting on my helmet. We rode to St. Thomas where Juice was laid up. When we got there Mandy was sitting down in a chair. Juice had Rizario tucked under his arm, and they were talking about his day.

"We have a minute?" Bobby asked her. She nodded, trying to pick up Rizario. He didn't want to go, "he can stay."

"You sure?" she asked. I nodded and she walked out. I looked at Juice

"How's our favorite pin cushion?"

"Good," he smiled, "shit I miss you guys."

"Miss you too little Rican," Bobby smiled, “you alright?”

“Daddy what’s a rican?”

I bit my lip, holding back the chuckle as Juice shot Bobby a look, “don’t worry about it, buddy.”

“Grandpa calls you a rican too…is it good?”

“Yeah…”

“So how you doing?” Bobby tried again.

"Man," Juice groaned, "I should've been out of here days ago. Your sister and Tara are freaking out over me. I can't leave…my wound closed up but I still got a little blood in my stool."

"Nice."

"Appreciate the update," bobby said, crinkling his nose. I laughed, “thanks.”

"Trust me man," I smiled, "you're better off in here."

"Yeah," he shrugged, "I know. I heard about CaraCara. That shit sucks. What do we know?"

No one answered him. I picked up Rizario and walked over to the door. Mandy was talking to one of the nurses. She saw me, and took him, saying something about getting him some snacks. I walked back in and Juice looked confused.

"What?" he asked.

"You're gonna need to proxy a vote."

"For?"

"I'm asking for a transfer," I admitted, "Nomad."

He sighed, "Guess it's been coming."

"Yeah," I sighed, "I uh, I'll let you give your vote to Bobby."

"Hey," he said as I got to the door. I turned around. "you remember what you said to me when I told you that I wanted to prospect?"

"Aside from the fact that Alicia would kill you?"

He smiled, "You said that blood family...my hometown...all that shit, it moves back a row. Once you're patched the members are your family. This charter is your home Jax."

"That sounds like something my mom and sisters would say," I said, forcing a chuckle, “starting to regret letting you spend so much time with em.”

He shook his head, "I remembered you telling me that, Jax...are you ready to give that up?"

I walked out without saying another word to him. I sat in the hallway waiting for Bobby to come out. It felt like I was waiting forever.

"Hey?"

I looked at Mandy, who was holding my nephew. "Hey darlin."

"You okay?"

"Are you gonna tell me that I shouldn't go Nomad too?"

"That's your decision," she said, looking at Rizario, “not mine.”

"What would you do?"

I think there are some bigger things goin on big bro," she said, "I think you are the smart one in that bunch, and you would keep us from falling apart...but that's up to you if you want to suffer under that weight."

I looked at her. And all I could think about was the manuscript.

"Quoting JT?"

"We gotta find some kind of meaning in this craziness, right?"

I smiled, "when you get so smart?"

"I've always been that way," she laughed. I pulled her to me, “just took you idiots a while to notice it.”

"I'm gonna miss you."

"I'm gonna miss you too, Jax."

Gemma’s POV

He pressed on with the transfer. When the boys came out of church, I knew what I had to do. I knew that I had to tell them. I made Mikey stay at the club and watch the babies, but I took Mandy with me back to the house.

"Mom?"

"It's time baby," I whispered. I watched the tears fall down her face. I cradled her in my arms for a moment, then told her to get into the car. Then I told Clay that I wanted him to come home with me, “we gotta tell em.”

"I'm afraid," she admitted, as we parked. Clay's Harley cut off behind us, “why now?”

"It'll be okay," I said, taking her hand and kissing it, "it'll be okay. I promise."

I got out and watched as Mandy hugged Clay. He tried to ask why she was crying, but she shrugged him off.

"What's the matter with her?"

"Inside," I replied. When we got in the door, I saw Jax and Tara already waiting. I put my keys in the dish next to the already cut off patches, “now.”

Tara and Jax stared at me.

"Sit down," I ordered, "both of you."

Tara looked at us and started backing away. Mandy grabbed her hand, "please stay."

"You two, sweetheart," I nodded, "Sit. You know what it is we have to tell them."

Tara looked like she'd seen a ghost.

"What is this?" Clay asked.

"Sit down."

He obeyed, sitting at the head of the table. I sat to his left, with Mandy holding my hand. Jax sat across form me, and Tara across from her.

"The night of Uh, Bobby's party," I started, "I didn't get into an accident driving home. I was attacked. So was Mandy."

I didn't look up to Clay or Jax. I could hear Mandy begin to cry just thinking about it.

"A minivan pulled up behind me," I said, remembering everything, "A girl jumped out in a panic...says her baby's choking. That girl was...very convincing. It was a goddamn doll in the car seat. I saw Mandy laying on the floor in the van, but before I could do anything she hit me over the back of the head...you know with a blackjack or something."

I looked up to Jax, Clay, and Tara. They were shocked. Tara had known about the attacked, but she didn't know the story.

"We came to...handcuffed to a chain link," I said, feeling the tears coming, "the utility house out by the access road...they wore masks. There were three of them. One who spoke. I-I knew his voice. Tat on his throat. Zobelle's right hand. Weston. He told us to deliver a message to you. Stop selling guns to color...said if we didn't tell y-you...he'd find us and do it again. They raped us...all three of them. More than once."

Clay looked at me. Broken. Tara reached across the table and took Mandy's hands, and she broke down crying.

"I told Mandy we couldn't tell anyone...she wanted to tell you guys bu-"

Clay shook his head and began to cry. Jax slammed his hand down on the table and Mandy and I jumped. He stood up and came over to me, shaking his head. He kneeled in front of me and took my hands, beginning to cry.

He stood, and put a hand on Clay's shoulder, and Clay began to cry harder. There were no words from him. Tara looked at me, and while the look was full of sorrow, I could see happiness too. She was proud that I'd finally agreed to talk about it. Clay put a hand on either side of my face and began to apologize, "I'm sorry baby."

He looked over to Mandy and he sniffed, reaching out to her, "my baby?"

She nodded, crying even harder. She stood and ran into his arms. Clay held us as we both broke down, finally letting go of the secret. Letting go of the guilt, and pain we'd both held. It seemed like suddenly he'd pieced together the past few months.

The secrecy.

The distant reactions from us.

"I'm so sorry."

After we had a good crying session Clay made sure every door and window in the house was locked. He called Tig over to drive Mandy back to the clubhouse. He said that he and I needed a night alone.

After Mandy was gone, I felt hollow.

I wanted to feel good about coming clean, and part of me felt alright about not having to hold onto a secret like that anymore, but I knew Clay would never love me the same. Men had to own their pussy...and I'd been destroyed by the enemy.

I couldn't sleep that night. Clay told me that I was safe, but I didn't feel that way. I felt more vulnerable than ever.

Not only that, but it seemed like every time I went to move in the house-get another cup of coffee, reach for the remote, give the bird a treat, it felt like someone was watching me. I felt like I was going to be attacked again.

I picked up my phone and texted Mandy.

'Are you up?'

A few seconds later my phone rang. It was her.

"hey baby."

"I feel empty, mom."

"Me too, baby," I admitted, "me too."

"Maybe we shouldn't have told them," she sighed, "maybe you were right when you said that it would just break us up even more."

"We needed to tell them baby," I replied, "you were right. I feel vulnerable as all shit, but this is good. Now we can move into the future."

"What if it happens again, mom? What if they get so mad that they all go to jail...and then they come back for us."

"I promise you baby," I replied, "they aren't ever gonna hurt us. Ever again."

Chapter 17

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 21

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: character death, knife violence, being stabbed, being shot, angst, graphic depiction of death, angst, kidnapping, threat of murdering a child, child endangerment

Alicia’s POV

Tara got out of the seat and Sack came up to us, "Where's she going?

"Stay here," Tara told him, "she may need to get out fast."

"Oh shit," he muttered, "should I call the guys-"

"Just fucking stay here," I growled.

He nodded and we got in the car. She was in the driver's seat. She looked at me for a second, "Do you think we should leave?"

"We can't stay here!" I said, "go back to Jax's place. Mikey is there with Mandy."

She nodded and we drove to their house. When we got there Mikey and Mandy were sitting on the porch, talking.

"Get inside," I ordered, "get the kids. We have to get back to the clubhouse."

"What's going on?" Mikey asked.

"Shit's about to get real," Tara said, "I'm gonna get some stuff for Abel. You guys need to get back to the clubhouse now."

"Alright," Mandy said, standing up. She put her arm on Mikey, "Come on. I'll drive you."

"I want to help Tara," Mikey said, "You guys take Cain and Declan. We'll be right behind you!"

"Are you okay with this?" I asked Tara.

She nodded, "yeah. You guys grab Declan and Cain. We'll meet you there."

I nodded and hugged her, "If you guys aren't right behind us I'm coming back. Okay?"

She smiled and held onto me, "I'll be right there."

Mikey's POV

"I got the diaper bag loaded," I said, looking at Tara, "What else do we need?"

"Just a few more bottles!"

A noise broke us from our thoughts, when the front door opened.

"JAX?"

"Just me," Sack said, coming into the kitchen, “I’m-“

"Where's Gemma?"

"I don't know," he admitted, "Feds raided the house. I had to leave."

"Oh...Shit!"

Feds raided what house?" I asked, "What happened to grandma."

"Not now, Mikey."

"You better call Jax," Sack said. She nodded and pulled out her cell phone.

"Hey..." she said, "I uh don't want to bother you with this..but it's Gemma. She followed Zobelle's daughter and-"

She cut herself off with a scream. I did the same, as I saw Hayes burst through the door gun pointed at us.

"Weapon," he growled, staring at Sack."

"What are you doing?"

Sack handed over his gun.

"What do you want?" He turned to me, "Gemma killed my Eddie. Figured I'd kill an old lady. Even the score."

He turned his attention to Sack, who had been inching his way towards him, "don't get brave boy-o. Sit."

When none of us moved, he pointed the gun at me, "SIT! All of yeh."

We all sat down as Abel began fussing from his car seat on the counter.

Shit.

Hayes started making his way over to Abel, and pulled out a butcher knife, "there we are...Son for a son. That seems a bit better."

"NO!"

Sack rushed him, and he pushed the knife away from my baby brother and buried it into Kips' chest. I screamed, jumping out of my chair. Hayes pulled the knife out, and I ran to Kip, who'd fallen on the floor.

"Kip," I pleaded. I tried to put pressure on the wound. I pulled my flannel off and held it over his stomach. My tears began falling, "no. Please. God no. Kip."

He put a hand over mine and gave me a crazy smile.

"I'll be fine, kid."

He closed his eyes, and I felt my tears falling down even harder.

"Kip..." I cried.

Tara had been screaming at Hayes, but he turned his attention towards me. He picked up Abel and handed him to Tara. Then he tried to grab me by my hair. I began screaming and thrashing wildly. Kip's hand fell away from mine. I didn't want to leave him.

"NO!" I screamed. He dragged me by my hair to Abel's nursery. His gun was aimed at Tara and Abel, and he continued to drag me further from the prospect's corpse. I was a mess of tears, and his blood.

I felt my body go numb as I was dragged away from Kip. My sobbing became whimpers, and my fighting ceased. He'd killed the one person that was my best friend. Kip understood me. He helped me talk through all of my family bull shit...but now he was gone.

I almost didn't notice when he'd let me go. If it wasn't for the pain in my scalp subsiding, I would've guessed he was dragging me forever, to the depths of my own personal hell.

I got onto my knees when I heard duct tape ripping. I screamed and tried to get away. He grabbed me and threw me to the ground then put the barrel of his gun in Tara's mouth.

"You don't fucking run," He screamed, "you do and her brains will be redecorating the nursery."

I began crying again as he stood me up in front of her. He forced me to tape her to the rocking chair. When she was taped up, he put a piece over her mouth, then hit me with the butt of his gun.

Everything faded to black.

'Mikey,' he whispered, kissing my cheek, 'you gotta wake up.'

I smiled to myself, thinking of Kip's scruff on my cheek, 'go away.'

'Your mom will kill you if you're late for school again,' he laughed, jokingly licking my cheek. I opened my eyes and placed a kiss on his cheek.

'god you're so fucking weird.'

"MIKAYLA!"

'why are you yelling?'

"MIKAYLA!"

This time his voice was less his and sounded like my moms.

'what?'

'I'm sorry "MIKAYLA WAKE UP!"

"Kip?"

"Baby, wake up."

My eyes opened and I saw my mom in front of me. I had my hands taped above me on the crib. I looked up to see Tara passed out. Mom pulled the tape from my mouth, "what happened?"

"Mom behind you!"

Hayes went to grab her. He held a fistful of her hair and she screamed. She pulled towards him, using his arm and headbutted him. Her nose started bleeding as he let go of her. He held his gun up at her, and she pushed his arm out of the way.

A shot went into the wall by the door. I screamed, fighting my tape.

She grabbed his shirt and kneed him in the groin. The gun clattered to the floor. He threw her to the ground and climbed on top of her. Fists were flying, as I kept fighting my tape.

I looked up as he caught the gun in the melee.

My soul left my body as he pulled the trigger, and my mom fell lifeless to the floor in front of me.

Chib’s POV

Filip,

If you're reading this, I'm gone. There were special instructions that you were to only receive this after I'd passed.

I know this may be tough to read through, but I want you to know that it was just as hard to write it...

I love you.

I've always loved you, and I always will.

We may not have gotten to spend our entire lives together, but I'd like to think we spent the time that mattered together.

You were my true north.

Even when you got too drunk and cheated...through the bad and the good, you were the one thing that always kept my head on straight. You helped me raise my daughter, and a son, that were not biologically yours...and now I'm writing this as I'm pregnant with our first child. If he's a boy, he's gonna be a little heart breaker just like you.

God.

I love you.

Anyways, I'm writing this because it's my last will and testament. In the event that I'm passing due to the cancer, or any other way, I want you to take care of our babies. You've been the one constant in my life, and in their lives. I know that you are an amazing father. The funds have been set up so that you wouldn't have to really worry about money for them. I've been squirrelling away some funds.

The house is also in your name as well...everything is well...taken care of, as far as arrangements go. It's all paid for, and pre-determined.

I'm sorry.

I know you hate that kind of shit...but I also know that you wouldn't be able to do it yourself.

I've met up with Fiona a few times to do it as well.

I don't know which would piss you off more...the fact that I've already done everything, or the fact that I've spent time with Fiona and Kerrieanne.

I want you to be happy Filip. Protect our family. Love your brothers...and take care of the club. I know if there is one person that can lead everyone in the right direction, it is you.

I'll be waiting for you down the road,

Love,

Alicia.

"That's some bullshit," I growled, looking at the packet Alicia had prepared. I downed another shot as I looked across the table, “fucking bullshit.”

"Daddy?"

My tear-stained cheeks were met with tired eyes from Cain.

"What?"

He came up to me and raised his arms. I lifted him, holding onto him for dear life, "don't cry daddy. It's okay."

"No, it's not," I cried, holding onto Cain, "it's not okay."

"Mommy is in a better place," he said, kissing my cheek.

"What?" I asked, pulling away from him.

"Mommy," he said, sniffling a little, "mommy told me that one day, you would be really sad. She said I wouldn't know at the time, but that she's in a good place."

I looked at boy I'd raised since he was a babe, "we should get you back to bed."

"Come here, buddy." Jax said. He looked at his biological father, then crawled out of my arms.

"Daddy, why are you sad?"

"It's a long story, pal," he cried, "but daddy is gonna be really busy...someone took Abel."

"Was it another bad man?"

Jax looked at me, then nodded, "yeah...another bad man."

He looked between us, "why didn't you protect us, like with the first bad man?"

Jax looked at me, then broke down. Cain hopped out of his arms and ran around the table.

"There's no bad man here though, right?"

"No boy-o," I sighed, "go back to the room. I'll tuck you in, in a minute."

He ran off and I turned my attention to Jax, "what's he talking about?"

Jax shook his head.

"I need you the talk to me, Jackie boy. If we aren't open, we all fall apart, "I growled, "What's the boy talking about."

"Kohn," he whispered, "I killed Kohn for Tara...one night he snuck into my house when the kids were over. Cain hid in the closet...but he saw Kohn."

"Jesus, Jackie boy."

He sighed, "I can't protect my own fucking family, Chibs...what the hell am I doing? Alicia and Sack are dead...my mom's missing and Stahl's framing her...Hayes stole my son..."

"It's rough, Jacki-"

"It's not rough," he growled, "it's complete and utter shit. Am I fucking up with the club, Chibs? Did I make the wrong choice? Am I gonna be the death of SamCro?"

"No, Jackson."

"I just don't know anymore Chibs," he sighed. He lit a cigarette, "but I do know one thing...we gotta settle this shit now. And get my son back."

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 20

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: gun violence, mention of terrorists/IRA, character death, aggression, violence, punching/slapping, angst, PTSD, manipulation, framing someone for murder, mention of an assault

Stahl’s POV

"Your cell's ringing," I said, banging on the door. I could hear some scrambling behind the bathroom door, “might want to get that.”

"I'm coming."

The door opened and I nodded towards the cell phone, "go."

"Hello?" he asked, receiving the call, "da, where the hell-"

He listened intently for a moment before hanging up.

"We didn't get a trace." Jones said, manning the computer. I looked at Eddie.

"He wants to meet at the wharf," he sighed, “have to go.”

I nodded towards the door this time, "let's go then. Move."

We loaded up and went to the wharf. He seemed extremely nervous. Wouldn't talk to me. I looked out the window, seeing if I could spot Eddie's dad anywhere near us. No such luck. The wharf was empty, but he made his way down to one of the docks, overlooking the whole marina.

"Watch him," I said to Jones, "keep an eye out for anyone in coming in."

He nodded. We waited about twenty minutes before Eddie made his way to the box that housed the burner. There was no way we could track him without a number.

"He's gonna throw it," I said to another agent, "go. Grab the phone."

They left the office and ran down the dock. By the time they'd gotten there, he threw it into the water.

Damn it.

I walked out to meet them. They were already bringing Eddie back up by his arm, "you really screwed the pooch on that one...Jones, get the car."

He was quiet until Jones and the other agent walked away. Then he started saying that I needed to clear the street so that his dad would come to the house. I knew it was a trap though. Daddy had told him to separate and kill us to prove to the Irish that he was a real boy for the cause.

I let him think he was in control of the situation and agreed. Told Jones and the other agents that we didn't want a $20 scanner from RadioShack blowing our mission.

We took Eddie back to the safehouse, and I started making him tea. The other agents had stayed outside a few blocks away, and we were maintaining radio silence.

"Take milk?"

"I think I might be sick." he muttered, leaning out of his seat.

"Go"

He went to the bathroom. I sighed. This was gonna be it. Time to see if baby boy had the balls to go through with it.

He came out, holding the gun at his side.

"What are you gonna do with that?"

"Box you put me in," he shuddered, "Give me no choice."

He lifted the gun, but he was shaking like a leaf. I started taking some steps to him and put my hand over the gun.

"Sh sh shh," I cooed, taking the gun from him, "put that gun down."

He let me take it away, but I smiled, and aimed it at him, pulling the trigger. It released two blanks, and he screamed in horror, trying to cover himself.

"JESUS!"

"Blanks," I laughed, "We knew the gun was there. Knew about the cell phones at the wharf. Been one step head the whole time Eddie."

He sat down. A look of horror crossed his face as he realized that there was no way out.

"And now," I said, finishing off the idea, "I'm gonna send daddy a text from your phone. Telling him that I am dead and that it's safe to come around and pick you up."

"Why'd you let me take it this far?" he asked, looking at me, "you could have just told me...sent the text."

"I was curious," I laughed, "Wanted to see if you had the balls. But you don't. I guess da raised a little Irish pussy."

He punched me right in the cunt and began running. I tried to ignore the pain in my crotch as I reached for my gun. I shot him twice in the back. He fell into the next room.

Shit.

"Shit."

I walked over and leaned down to try and get his pulse. It was faint, for the slightest second, then disappeared entirely. The blood began to seep into the floor.

"AGENT STAHL," Jones said, calling from the walkie, "We heard shots over the wire. Give us a status update. Over."

I stood, looking at Eddie, then out into the kitchen where the walkie was. I got up and made my way over to it, not entirely sure what to say. I couldn't say the truth.

Then the mission would be blown.

My career would be over.

I sat down and grabbed the walkie, "Those were the blanks...I guess old Edmond here had the nerve after all. I sent a message to Cameron. I don't want to spook him. So, keep the roads clear, and engage in radio silence. I don't want a scanner or a $20 R.F detector taking this operation."

God damn it.

I need a fucking miracle.

Gemma’s POV

We'd been stuck with Half Sack the whole day. Tara, Alicia, Abel, and myself were running errands in Tara's car, stocking up on shit for the clubhouse. Mikey was at Jax's house cleaning it up with Mandy.

"Mom, come look at this produce," Alicia said from outside the store. I walked out, and she began loading up a bag to take in. I propped the trunk open for when Sack and Tara would come out with the groceries.

"You better hurry up," I laughed, "they're getting rung up right now."

She laughed and ran in with a bunch of produce. When I looked up the street, I noticed a car with a sticker on the rear. It was for Zobelle's cigar shop.

I felt my blood turn to ice. I stepped onto the sidewalk and that's when I saw that little bitch. The one that had tricked me into her van.

Tara came out and began to load Abel into the car, "Gemma you okay?"

Sack walked out with a bunch of groceries which he and Alicia loaded into the car, but I couldn't pry my eyes off the blonde down the street.

"That fucking bitch."

"Gem?"

I looked at Tara and walked towards her as she closed the trunk, "Gimme those...I'm driving."

"Okay?"

Alicia and Tara got in the car, and when I didn't start it, I could see both women's eyes scanning the street.

"What's wrong mom?"

"That blonde," Tara said, "she's the one you chased. Who is she Gemma?"

"Zobelle's daughter," I said, choking back the emotions, "she's the one who told me her baby was choking...hit me over the head..."

"Jesus."

"Where are we going?" Tara asked.

"Forward sweetheart." I said, starting the car. I followed Zobelle's daughter to a shitty little neighborhood in Galt. I parked a street over and watched her go into a yard.

"That rape would've destroyed most women," Tara said, after a moment of silence, "but it made you stronger...wiser...compassionate...and whatever it is you think you have to do, you're past it."

I shook my head, "my son...my husband...their brothers—they're out there risking their lives...their freedom for me. This is how I do my part...for myself...for my baby that they've hurt. God's put her in my path so that I can fix the part of me and Mandy they ripped open."

"Mom."

I looked back at Alicia, "Understand this baby, if they'd done to you and Mikayla, what they did to me and your sister, I know you would do the same thing...I have to do this."

"Jesus, Gemma," Tara growled in a disgusted tone, "do you even hear what you're saying?"

"Get my grandbaby home safe," I sighed. I reached back and touched Alicia's cheek, then Tara's, "I love you babies. I'm glad you are in my life. And I'm glad you are with my boy."

"Gemma please don't do this!"

"Mom, you don't hav-"

"Be careful," I said, cutting Alicia off, "I'll be okay."

I got out of the car and started heading down the street to where I'd seen Zobelle's daughter go.

"Put the gun down," I said as I pushed my way through the front door. Zobelle's daughter turned to see me. She looked upset.

"You're the one that killed him."

"Turn around," I demanded. I kicked the door shut and raised my gun, "I said turn around."

She turned around quickly, but it went in slow motion as I saw her lifting her gun. I squeezed the trigger and unloaded a bullet into her chest. She fell to the kitchen floor. I took a few more steps into the room, just to make sure she was dead. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw she wasn't breathing. Leaning back, I saw Haye's son's corpse.

Stahl came out and I sighed, "bloody day for both of us."

She held her gun up at me, "push the gun to the floor."

I rolled my eyes and pushed it off the couch. Stahl reached for Polly's gun then stood in front of me.

"Was she involved in the rape?"

I looked away from her.

"I'm sorry that happened to you."

I looked back up at her, a brow raised, "and now what happens?"

She sat down in a chair diagonal from me, "go...I'll give you some time to slip away."

"Why would you do that?" "At least you can see your family before we pick you up. But head out back," she said, "Avoid my guys in the front. I'm giving you a chance."

I didn't know exactly what to do. This felt off.

"Go!" she demanded. I got up. When I reached the door, she yelled at me.

"HEY!"

I turned and caught it.

I looked in my hands.

Fuck.

That tricky bitch.

"What are you doing?"

She picked her gun back up and pointed it at me, "You need to put the gun down."

"Huh," I chuckled, "goddamn. You are a smart bitch."

"Clock's ticking darling," she smirked, “better get going.”

I shook my head and ran out the back door. As I bolted, I made sure to run the opposite way from where I came. I didn't need to drag the prospect down with me. I needed someone I could trust. I needed someone to help me disappear.

I could hear tires squealing. I ran harder.

I ran until I reached the Indian's reservation. At a gas station about a quarter mile away from the edge of town I found a phone. I called him up. He said he'd be there in a few.

Ten minutes later I was getting into a cop cruiser.

I didn't say a damn word as I got in. Wayne looked at me, "we gotta get out of Charming, Gemma."

"I know, Wayne."

He nodded and we made our way out of town. As we passed the sign for Charming his eyes met mine, "where are we going, Gemma?"

"I don't know Wayne," I sighed, "Keep going forward."

Chapter 21

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 18

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of retaliation, gun trades, mention of violence, anger, aggression, beating someone up with blunt objects, mentions of blood, mentions of a terminal illness, smut, unprotected sex.

Clay’s POV

"I want to welcome you all to club reaper," I said, over the quieted people, "you made your reservations early cause as you can see, we are booked to capacity. You're here because you're family. And because SAMCRO takes care of its own."

I couldn't help but pause and look at not only Gemma but my baby girls. Alicia had gotten out of the hospital the other night, but she wasn't any better. She looked like a shell of herself as she clung to Chibs. Mandy was holding Rizario and was wrapped around the little Rican. I couldn't help but wonder how everything would be if I'd been a little tougher on the direction of the club. Would there have been any room for the AB to shove in or would the women in my life still be in pain?

"Now, the next couple of days this club has got some business to handle that could put our members and the people connected to us in unfriendly situations. Chances are, nothing is gonna happen, but people have already been hurt on my watch."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mandy turn in towards Juice. Gemma stepped forward and took my hand. She gave me a reassuring nod.

That's what an old lady does...

I nodded back to her, and cleared my throat, "And that ain't ever gonna happen again. Nobody gets in, and nobody goes out without an escort. You got a safety concern; you talk to Piney. You got a comfort concern; you talk to my queen. Under this roof you will all be safe. I want you to make yourself at home. I love all of you."

Everyone began to clap and cheer for me, but it didn't seem to fit the mood. Jax reached forward and we hugged it out, before I tapped him to let the guys know everyone with a kutte was to be in church in two minutes. Gemma let go of my hand as another old lady came up to talk to her. I went towards Mandy. She let go of Juice and wrapped her arms around me.

"I got ya sweetheart," I mumbled, holding her just as tight, “I love you baby.”

"Thank you." she replied in a whisper. I held her until I got tapped by Jax. Everyone was waiting for me in church. I put a hand on Juice's shoulder, and we walked in, closing the doors.

"All right," Tig said, as I sat down, "we just need the AK'S."

"We have 2 cases at the safe house," I sighed, problem is ATF will be sitting on em, waiting for Cameron to show."

"And when he does," Chibs added, "Stahl's gonna get to Jimmy O and tag me the rat."

I grimaced, not wanting to think about that. While I wasn't necessarily pleased with the situation, if Chibs got tagged the rat, he'd come after Alicia as well as Fiona.

"We're gonna protect your family Chibs," I replied, "I already put a call in to McGee in Belfast. Club's gonna watch over Kerieanne."

"And you should reach out to Fiona," Bobby added, "bring her in. We'll keep her safe."

"I know. I appreciate it boys."

"It's all just a precaution, bro," Jax said, giving him a cautious smile, "We think we got a way to get our guns and convince Jimmy who the real rat is. Right?"

I nodded towards Unser. He stepped forward, tossing the folder of pictures on the table, "lifted these from ATF before they left."

"We show Jimmy that Cameron and Edmond have been under the ATF's thumb, should be enough to convince the IRA the betrayal is in-house."

"Good."

"But how do we get our guns from the safe house?" Happy asked.

I smiled, "Good old bait and switch. We'll move on the Irish. You, Ope, and Juice, start spreading the racial harmony gospel."

"Got it?"

The guys nodded at Jax, and we started back out. I made my way over to Gemma who was at the bar. Mandy came over a second later and grabbed a few beers for the guys.

"Need help sweetie?"

She smiled at me, shaking her head, "it's fine dad. I got it."

I snapped my fingers and one of the crow eaters grabbed the beers for her and walked back over to the guys. She rolled her eyes at me, but kissed me on the cheek, "thank you, daddy."

"Of course, sweetie," I smiled. She made her way back over to Juice, Happy, and Kozik. I looked around the clubhouse, and then back to Gemma. She wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

I felt my jaw clench instinctively.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you better, Gem," I sighed, "this shit shouldn't have ever gotten this far...I feel like I've failed ya."

"Don't say that baby," she sighed, rubbing my back, "we're a family. We support each other. Sometimes shit happens that's outside our control."

"Jax," I sighed, "that is outside my control. He's like his old man...but this shit. With the brother hood. If we had stopped our bullshit butting heads, we would have seen it. Two of my girls got hurt. Jesus. Your best friend got murdered. It just all seems like it's crashing down on us, Gemma."

"We got this baby," she whispered, kissing my cheek, "You stay strong for our family. For the club. We'll find our way through it. We always do. You know that better than anyone."

Alicia’s POV

"I made love to her," he admitted as he sat down on the bed. I stared at him, long and hard, "When I saw her today...I just..."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I just...it felt so right in the moment," he said, taking a look at me, "but when I got back here...and I saw you with Declan and Cain...it isn't fair to you."

I bit my lip, "we aren't together anymore, Filip...we agreed to that when they let me out of the hospital."

"I know. But I ain’t Jax…I ain’t givin’ up on my family even though we’re not sleeping together."

I sighed, wrapping my cardigan around myself even more. I felt cold...alone.

He looked at me, and I felt angry.

Ever since I'd told him, he'd been emotionless...always apologizing to me, but showing his emotions to everyone but me.

"Do you even still love me?"

A look of confusion crossed his eyes, "how could you even ask that of me, Alli Cat?"

"You just...ever since I told you that the cancer was back, you've cheated on me...you've avoided me...but not once have we ever truly talked about it. Most people would be angry, or cry, or...just something. But you have been emotionless about the entire situation."

"Well, what do you want me to say?" he growled out in a low voice, "it's not like I have a decision, or can make anything change. Do you want me to be angry? To tell you how much this shite fucking hurts? After you die, I'm left raising our children...I'm gonna be left with the memory of you, every day when I look at Mikey, Cain, and Declan. DO YOU THINK THAT WON'T FUCKING AFFECT ME? "

I felt the tears rising up to my eyes, but I pushed them back, "I just want to know how you feel."

"I feel FUCKING TERRIBLE. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE. I KNOW YOU HAVE COME TO TERMS WITH THAT, BUT FUCK, I HAVEN'T. I SPENT MOST OF OUR RELATIONSHIP CHASING AFTER YOU LIKE SOME SCHOOL BOY WITH HIS DICK TUCKED BETWEEN HIS TROUSERS...AND YOU SAY WE AREN’T TOGETHER, BUT I DON’T GO MARRYING EVERYONE IN SECRET CEREMONIES! YOU ARE GONNA LEAVE ME WITH THREE CHILDREN. YOU SAW HOW WELL I DID WITH KERIEANNE. I'M A SHITE PARENT, ALLIE CAT. BUT I CAN'T CHANGE WHA'S GOIN ON! I DON'T GET TO BE THE ONE TO JUST WALK AWAY!"

"You think I'm just walking away? YOU THINK I HAVE A FUCKING CHOICE IN THE MATTER?" I growled. Every ounce of sadness pushed itself from me, as I pushed myself from the bed, and stood to meet his gaze, "I don't want to FUCKING DIE! I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE MY CHILDREN! BUT I DIDN'T GET TO CHOOSE TO HAVE FUCKING CANCER EITHER. CHRIST, FILIP, I'VE FUCKING LOVED YOU FOR MOST OF MY LIFE...AND I DON'T WANT IT TO END, BUT I DIDN'T GET TO MAKE THAT FUCKING DECISION!"

He looked at me. His tears fell down his cheeks.

And I felt like the worst fucking person ever.

I'd pushed him.

Here he was, trying to cope in his own way, and I just wanted him to show the same reaction I'd been showing for the past few months. I reached out to him and touched his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Filip."

"I don't want you to die," he cried, "but Christ, neither one of us get to choose that. I've felt so fucking alone without you...I'd been pushing away...the only other time anything remotely similar happened was with Fiona. She's the only other one that knows me."

"I know," I whispered. He pulled me to him, and he continued to cry in my arms, "I'm sorry Filip."

"I'm terrified about losing you," he admitted to me, pulling away. He pushed my hair from my face, and our lips met. I melted into his touch, "I love you, Alicia."

"Filip," I moaned, “I’m so sorry.”

He led us to the bed, and gently laid me down.

"I miss ya, lass," he moaned with me. I stroked him over his jeans, as he crawled on top of me, "I miss ya more than anythin."

Our bodies worked in unison, as I unzipped his pants and pushed them away from us. He undid my cardigan and we continued to slide the remainder of our clothes off. I wanted to get physical with him, more than anything. I wanted to feel close to him again.

Right as he entered me, I felt everything else in the world melt away. This was what I needed. My old man, buried inside me. I moaned his name, pulling him closer. Messy kisses and a series of haphazard thrusts. My moans got louder. His own voice matched mine as he came inside me.

Our moans turned to sighs, as we both hit our climaxes. He rolled over, and I felt my body getting pulled on top of him. He smiled softly at me, and brushed the hair from my face, "I love you, Allie Cat."

"I love you too," I said, kissing his jaw, “I’m sorry, Filip.”

A knock on the door interrupted us from our thoughts. He growled, "what the fuck do they want now?"

"Daddy?"

He got up so quick, it nearly knocked me off the bed.

"Shite," he cursed, running back to me to make sure I was okay, "are you alright love?"

I smiled, "I'm fine. Check on the kids."

He kissed me and ran over to the door. Cain was holding Declan. Both of them were covered in marker.

"DADDY!"

"Oh, christ on a cracker," he laughed, "what the hell did the two of ye do?"

Declan began laughing and reached out to him. Cain looked at me, "we were coloring, like Mikey told us, mommy."

"Oh, you two are masterpieces," I laughed, pulling the sheet more over me. He ran up to me and hugged me, "and as much as I love how colorful the two of you are, I have to give you baths tonight."

"Mommy! You can't do that. We wanna have tattoos like Daddy and Jax."

I looked at Filip, "so this is your doing."

He starting laughing at me, "I didn't do shite, I've been with you."

Juice’s POV

"Promise me," she said, tears streaming down her face. I looked at Clay. He shook his head at me, and I looked back at Rizario, who was also crying, “you promise me, right fucking now, Juan Carlos Ortiz.”

"It's okay little man," I looked to Rizario who was sniffling. Sighing, I began picking him up. He wrapped his arms around my neck, "It's okay."

"Mommy is scared," he cried, "please come home, daddy."

"I will," I sighed, shaking my head, “I’ll come home buddy.”

"Promise mommy then."

"I pro-"

"You're bein crazy, Amanda," Clay said, cutting me off. He began pulling her to him. She cried into his chest, then pulled away. She began reaching out to me and I could hear Clay groan, "the Rican will be fine."

"He's not just some Rican," she cried, "he's the father of my child. Of your grandchild...daddy, Keep Juan Carlos safe."

"He'll be fine," he said, giving in, "right Juice?"

"What Clay said," I said, pulling my old lady into my arms. The tears didn't stop rolling down her cheeks, "Mandy, I'll be back later tonight. You'll see. Me, you, the baby, Rizario. We'll all cuddle up in our bed later tonight. Okay?"

She nodded but continued to cry.

"Come here" Gemma said, calling her over to her. I looked around to see the other girls saying goodbye to their prospective men. Alicia was kissing Chibs. Tara was crying on Jax, and even Lyla and Ope started getting pretty cozy, "come here girls. It'll be alright."

Mandy kissed me, "be safe...please."

I nodded and let go of her. Rizario held onto my leg, "be safe daddy."

"I will little man," I sighed, ruffling his hair, "you keep mommy and the baby safe while I'm away, okay?"

He smiled, accepting his mission, before running into Mandy's arms. I got on my bike and followed the guys out of the lot. We had already gotten the first part of the day over with and dealt with the stupid Irish fucks...but now...now we had to deal with those racist Aryans.

Clay had chosen me, Jax, Opie, Tig, Half Sack, Bobby, Happy, Chibs, and Kozik to go with him, to fight it out. Not only that, but we had the Niner's and Lin's crew waiting in the woods. We parked our bikes and waited.

I couldn't help but think about everyone at TM.

What if those racist fucks beat us.

I mean, some of these guys can fight good, but who knows what bullshit they might try and pull.

I found myself bouncing on my heels. Trying to pump myself up.

I had to do this for them. My brothers. My family.

Mandy.

Rizario.

The new baby.

"Alright boys," Jax said, clearing his throat, "here they come."

A few trucks pulled up, and the AB began getting out. They had guns and other weapons with them.

Shit.

Fucking assholes.

"Whatever happened to 10 on 10, no weapons?" Clay asked.

Jax looked at Weston, "Guess he couldn't handle a fair fight? Huh?"

"Fair is for losers," Weston hissed, "I'd rather win."

"Yeah," Jax laughed, "me too."

Tig whistled, and the niners and lin's crew came from their prospective sides. They had their own weapons as well. Weston looked upset.

"Put your weapons down," Clay warned, “one shot.”

I could see the rage in Weston's eyes as he ordered his guys to put them down.

"Let's just stick to the plan."

We nodded at one another, and as soon as the last AB dick dropped his weapon, we all charged one another. Some skinhead fuck came right at me and punched me in the jaw. I tackled him to the ground. My vision became blurred with blood near one eye. I didn't let it stop me. I grabbed his brass knuckles and used them on him.

I heard sirens in the distance, and Chibs pulled me off my guy, "that's enough boy."

"Collect everyone," Weston said to his guys, as the niners and Lin disappeared, "get out of here."

Jax ran up to Weston and shoved him, "we ain't done here."

"I'm not going anywhere."

We began pushing Jax away from Weston as Hale got out of one of the cruisers. The AB left, and Hale came up to us, "holy shit."

"This doesn't concern you," Jax growled at him.

"You're inside Charming," he yelled, "who the hell else does it concern."

"GO home deputy."

"No crime here," Weston said, spitting out some blood, “none at all.”

Hale shook his head, and pulled out his cuffs, "AJ Weston you are under arrest for arson. Burning down Caracara. Read him his rights. Clean him up."

As Hale passed Weston off to another deputy Clay turned to me and Clay, "Call Unser. Tell him to move on the cigar store."

"Right." Tig nodded.

Chapter 19

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 17

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mentions of betrayal/mutiny amongst bikers, violence, aggression, dubcon smut, mentions of character death, mentions of gun violence, manipulation, regret.

Jax’s POV

Tara and I drove back to my place. She was in her car, and I was on my bike. I couldn't shake the feeling of being lied to though. It seemed like she had known what was going on with my mom and Mandy but she never told me.

Truth be told, it was starting to piss me off.

First, she has those meetings with Alicia behind my back. Then it turns out this whole time she'd been hiding that secret from me.

What else was I missing?

When I got back to the house, I parked next to my truck. Mikey's car was at the house.

"What are you doing here?"

"Dad..." she said, tears leaving her cheeks. She ran up to me and wrapped her arms around me, "please don't leave me..."

I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes, "what are you talking about?"

"I know mom's dying," she admitted, some more tears staining her cheeks, "please don't go nomad. I know I have Chibs...but he's not you. Both of my parents can't leave me."

I pulled her back to my body and began smoothing out her hair, "I'm not goin’ anywhere darlin. It's okay."

She continued to cry into my chest for a few minutes. When I had gotten her calmed down enough to get her inside, she had told me that they were releasing Alicia from the hospital tomorrow. She signed papers letting her leave, because as the doctor's had said, ‘there is nothing more they can do for her.’

I sat Mikey down at the table and took off my kutte. I was gonna sew my patches back on. Mikey looked surprised, "you aren't leaving?"

I shook my head, "no. Something happened to Mandy and your grandma...I can't leave til this shit is taken care of."

She smiled. Then she processed what I'd said, "something is wrong with Mandy and grandma?"

Then it was my turn to shake my head, "back when Bobby got out, there was an accident. Someone attacked them. I'm gonna level with you. As of right now, I don't want you going anywhere alone. Shit's gonna get messy. They raped Gemma and Mandy, and I ain't letting them do the same to you. Understand?"

She nodded, not questioning any of it. When I grabbed some thread and sat back down, she'd already pinned the patches where they needed to go. She took the needle and thread form me and began to sew it back on my kutte.

"I wanted to tell you," Tara said, bursting through the door after a few minutes, “I-“

"I get it," I said, only half lying, "you did the right thing. Keeping her secret. You didn't have a choice."

She gave me a soft smile and took a few steps into the kitchen. Mikey stopped sewing, "is this about what happened to Mandy and grandma?"

I nodded.

Tara looked at me, "she knows?"

"I had to explain it to her."

Tara held the comment I know she wanted to make in, "are you going after Zobelle?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "I'd do the same for you."

"You already did," she said eyeing Mikey, "I can't help but wondering. Your dad's manuscript. Would that be his solution? More violence?"

"If Gemma had gotten raped on John's watch, he'd have written a whole different book."

"Grandpa JT wanted to run away," Mikey said without a thought, "Page 449...he stayed though because he wanted to protect grandma and dad."

I turned to Mikey, "what?"

"Grandpa JT," she said, putting my kutte down, "he wanted to leave the sons. He was gonna have a vote to go nomad...but he didn't want grandpa Clay to be president. He wanted to make sure you and grandma were safe. He knew grandma wouldn't leave the club."

"How do you know this?"

"Mom."

Before I could respond Abel broke the awkward silence in the room. He began to cry. She ran to get him. As Tara and I went towards Abel's room there was a knock on the door. I pulled out my gun.

"It's alright," I said, looking at Tara, "it's okay."

It did little to sooth her. She looked nervous as all hell. I opened the door to see Clay.

"Sorry," he grumbled, "I know it's late."

"I'll go check on Mikey and Abel," Tara said, trying to excuse herself, “Clay…”

I shook my head and put a hand on her waist, "I got him. Come on, Clay."

I handed Tara my gun and we both headed to Abels' room. Mikey was standing by the crib, rocking him. I smiled, "you remind me of your mom, holding a baby that young. You even look like her too."

She smiled and handed Abel off to me. I handed him off to Clay who sat down in the rocking chair and began to coo at him. He looked at me, "I'm sorry son."

"So am I."

"What they did to your mother and sist-"

"I know," I said cutting him off, “I know…”

"Charges pending," he sighed, "feds in town. This retaliation needs to be smart. You know I can't do it without you, Jax."

I took a second and looked at him. He was serious. I shrugged, "I'm not going anywhere after tonight."

He stood up and handed Abel back to me. I kissed him before handing him off to Mikey, "can you take him to the living room with Tara?"

"So how do you wanna handle it?" Clay asked.

I sucked in my cheeks. As much as I didn't want to react rash, things had gone too far, "we kill em all."

Clay nodded and hugged me, "we do it together, alright son?"

I nodded.

Clay’s POV

"Guessing this has to do with those patches being on your kutte?" Bobby said, referring to how Jax sat at the table when we called for church.

Jax nodded, "Yeah, I'm not going nomad."

"That's good news Jackie boy."

"Just listen up," Jax said, looking at me, "we have to talk."

"Night of Bobby's party," I said, trying to keep a level voice, "Gemma and Mandy never drove into no barricade. They were jumped on 18. They uh...took them to the utility house. Three of Zobelle's men. They gave Gemma a message to deliver to me. Stop selling guns. They raped our girls."

Chibs looked at me, eyes wide, "oh god."

I could hear collective gasps and 'sorry brother' from the guys.

"We know they were Zobelle's men," I sighed, looking at Jax, "Gemma got a good ID on Weston."

"What do we do?" Opie asked, looking at me.

"We get god damn bloody," Chibs roared, "and then we chop their goddamn heads off."

"That's it!"

"YES!"

"NO!" I said. The guys looked at me. The shock was palpable.

"We ain't ever seen an assault like this," Jax said, taking their attention off me, "as much as I would like to cut their hearts out, a show of force would just land us all back in jail. We gotta do what they've been doing. You know. Find a weakness. Unravel then."

"And until then," I added, "nobody reacts. You see Zobelle, you see Weston, you see any of the crew you—you swallow every urge to kill em and you walk on. Understood?"

Chibs and Tig were biting their cheeks as they agreed.

Bobby looked at me, "we gotta get our hands on some guns. Cupboards are bare."

"Chinese gun source is laying low since the immigration snafu," I admitted, "It's gonna be weeks before we see any of that shit."

"We gotta tap our personal stock," Jax admitted, "I have Mandy, Gemma, and Alicia collecting from your old ladies and the CaraCara connections right now. Everyone bring in what you have."

The guys agreed and we broke off.

"Juice, stay."

Tig, Chibs, and Jax stared at us, but I waved them off. He sat back down in his chair. Tig closed the door behind him.

"What'd ya need Clay?"

"I want you workin close with me on this," I admitted, "Those assholes hurt our girls...and they're gonna pay."

"I know."

"I'm glad that Amanda has you," I said, looking up from the table. He looked completely confused. I began to shake my head, "not just because of this situation...but for everything. You understand her, and you've helped her more than you know."

"Clay I-"

"Shut up," I said, cutting him off, "I want to be pissed off at you. I wanna murder you for knocking my little girl up...but last night I was thinking about what kinda boat she'd be in if you hadn't...she's not on any birth control or anything...I know what Oswald's daughter had been going through because Mandy talked to her, but to think about what would've happened...if they stole her virginity and knocked her up...I don't think she would have been strong enough to handle that...I don't know, maybe it's a god send that you two did end up together...or maybe it's just the musings of an old man going crazy."

"It's not crazy," he said, releasing the words I'd hoped he would say, "Amanda and I talked about that...a lot. We didn't intend on me knocking her up...but we're both glad it happened. And I just want you to know, Clay, I'm not going to fuck it up with her. I love Amanda."

I stood up. Every paternal instinct in me wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and tell him that he wasn't good enough for my baby girl...but I couldn't. I know that he cared about her. I know that he loved her.

He stood up and walked in front of me so that we stood eye to eye, "I'll kill anyone that hurts her, or the baby. Even Rizario. I want you to know that, Clay. I want to marry Mandy one day. I want her to have my crow."

"You don't care about the attack?"

"Mandy and I have been through a lot," he admitted. I could see the tears forming in his eyes, "when I found out what happened, I was devastated. But that doesn't change how I feel about her, Clay."

I looked the little Rican up and down. Even I had to admit, the kid had some balls. I put a hand on his shoulder, and he nodded to me. I wrapped my arm around him and started leading him into the clubhouse, "come on kid. I'm sure your old lady's gonna think something's up if I hold you up for too long."

He smiled at me and nodded, and we headed into the clubhouse.

"Everything okay boss?"

I nodded at Tig, "yeah. Do me a favor. I'm gonna get with Bobby, and we're gonna tap our stocks from what we have here. Gemma should be at the house, getting our stock together. See if she needs any help."

Tig nodded, and he was off. I looked at Bobby. He was nursing a cold one at the bar, "come on, Elvis. We've got a long day ahead of us."

Tig’s POV

Clay had sent me over to get the guns, but that wasn't what I'd done.

No, I'd done something much worse.

After he'd told us in church what had happened, I tried to feign surprise. I tried to pretend that I didn't know...but I was just another guy filling a room. It was a god send that Clay didn't see through my charade.

When I got to the house, Gemma was there in nothing but a paper-thin robe.

I wanted to be respectful.

But everything felt tense.

I couldn't shake this feeling that she wanted me, for some unknown reason.

It wasn't until she kissed me, I knew I wasn't dreaming.

It was primal.

The need to be wanted. I pushed her up against the wall, but she flipped around. I undid my pants and slid into her. A few thrusts in, and I made the damn mistake of looking down.

A shattered picture of Jax and Thomas.

My thrusts stopped, and she must have realized what I was looking at. She ran off, and I did the same, forgetting entirely about the guns.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Why did I do that?

I tried to put my mind in a different spot by the time I got back to TM. Ope was working on a bike he'd been restoring for a while.

"Wow," I admitted, "looks sweet Ope. You've done a great job restoring that bad boy."

"Yeah."

Damn it, give me something to work with.

"Need a hand?"

"Nope," he said, "I'm all good."

I stood there for a moment, and my mind went from Gemma to that night...with Donna. FUCK

"All right," I replied. There was a pause, and I went with the first thing on my mind, "Awful thing...Gemma."

"Yeah," he said, finally paying attention to me. He got a look on his face, "you okay?"

"I'm fine," I lied, "can I ask you a question, Ope?"

"What's that?" He asked, raising a brow.

"The night that Donna was killed...why was she driving the truck?"

SHIT!

You fucking asshole, why would you ask?

"I was taking the kids home," he said with a shrug, "needed the back seat. Why are you asking me that?"

"She wasn't supposed to be in the truck, Ope."

He stood up and looked me in the eyes. My heart raced. I had to get this shit off my chest. Fuck secrets and lies.

Clay's right.

I can't fucking do this kind of bull shit.

The calm, peaceful Ope evaporated before me, and he grabbed me, slamming me into the tow truck, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

I felt the punches land. 2 or 3 to the face and I felt dizzy, sliding down the truck.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" he screamed as he pulled me up again, "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"It was Stahl, Ope," I said with a sniffle, unsure if it was blood or snot from my crying, "she made you a rat. She's the one that killed Donna...me and Clay...we didn't want to believe it."

"I came clean," he growled, "Clay and I were good."

"We found wire taps in your truck, brother," I replied, "In your phone. The feds put money into your accounts. Stahl-she wanted to make us think you had turned. It was supposed to be you in the truck, not Donna."

"OPIE!"

"I'm sorry, Opie," I cried, "I'm so sorry!"

"CLAY!"

The guys ran over to us, staring at my bloody mess, Clay knew.

"What the hell did you say to him?" He all but yelled, "Tell us!"

"I don't even know who I am anymore, man."

"What are you talking about?"

"I had to tell him, Clay."

"Tell him what?"

"That I killed Donna," I cried, "I had to."

"Jesus Christ," I heard one of the guys gasp.

"It was Stahl's fault," I cried, "Opie knows."

"Opie knows what?" Jax asked.

"It was Stahl's fault," I said as Opie rushed out of the TM lot, "Opie knows."

"Opie knows that?"

"Sthal's the one who really killed Donna."

"Shit," Jax growled, "he's going after Stahl. SHIT!"

Piney and Bobby looked at Clay, before looking at me. They shook their heads walking away from us.

"You fucking ass."

"I had to tell him, brother," I cried, wiping more tears away. He shook his head at me, walking off. When everyone cleared, I saw her standing there, “I’m so sorry.”

Mandy.

My best friend.

She looked upset...but there was no judgement. She walked up to me, and put out a hand, "come on. We gotta get you cleaned up."

I nodded, and used her arm to help support me, "thank you."

"You've never judged me," she whispered, helping me back to the dorms. By the time she sat me down on the bed, Tara was coming through the door, “and I’m not gonna judge you.”

"What the hell?"

"I told Sack to get her when the fight broke out," she sighed. I nodded, and Tara checked for signs of a concussion. Apparently, my head hit the truck pretty hard during the third punch.

Chapter 18

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 13

Word Count: 998

Warnings: angst

Mandy’s POV

"Come on," I giggled, "we're gonna be late."

He stopped me as we reached the steps. None of he bikes were there yet, but a bunch of cars were. He pushed me up against the frame of the house and kissed me. I melted into his touch. When he pulled away, I frowned.

"Come on," he jokingly mocked, "we'll be late."

I pulled him back to me by his kutte and he smirked. I bit my lip, "I love you, Juan Carlos Ortiz."

"I love you too, Amanda Morrow."

He pulled away again but grabbed my hand. We were met by a few sweet butts opening the door. They ignored Juice. "Gemma's looking for you Mandy."

Shit.

I cursed under my breath and let go of Juice's hand. Inside Gemma was ordering some more sweet butts around. She smiled when she saw me, "oh thank god you're here. Tara's supposed to bring the salad. But she hasn't shown up yet. I need you to start setting the table."

"Where's the kids?"

"Mikey's watching Rizario, Cain, and Declan," she replied quickly, opening the oven to check on the roast, "come on sweetie. It's all out there. The table just needs set. You and Juice do it."

I shrugged and went out to the dining room and began setting the table.

I smiled when I felt Juice wrap his arms around me and settle on my hips, "wanna try sneaking off to your old room before everyone else gets here?"

He playfully kissed my neck. I stopped setting the table and closed my eyes, "JC you do not want to play that game with your pregnant girlfriend."

"My fully legal pregnant girlfriend," he said, nipping at the sweet spot on my neck. I stifled a moan as the front door slammed behind us, “shit.”

"You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago with the salad!" Gemma growled. I turned slightly to see Tara and her beginning to argue. I groaned as they made their way out to us.

"I'll catch up with you later...where's Rizario?"

Mikey's watching the kids." I said, nodding my head towards Alicia's old room. He kissed my cheek and headed that way. I turned around to see Tara and Gemma glaring at Lyla.

"Oh, great we're serving hand jobs for desserts."

A very distressed Lyla looked at Gemma before putting the dish down that she'd made and storming out. I looked at Kenny, Ellie, and Piper, "go down the hall and find Juice."

The kids nodded and I turned towards them, "That's the only person that's been able to pick up the pieces with Opie. So you two angry bitches better stop taking it out on her."

Tara looked at me, pissed as all hell, "what did you just call me?"

"You heard me," I growled, stepping up to her, "mom wants everyone to come together, and you're so busy playing like you're better than everyone, you're tearing us more apart."

Mom looked at me, then at Tara. I could see the guilt on her face.

"I'm gonna go see if I can convince her to come back in," I said slowly, "whatever issues you want to push onto someone else, Tara, save it for your job. Not regular people trying to live their lives."

I didn't wait for a response. I ran after Lyla. She had already pushed past Ope and Jax, "your girlfriend is a real bitch. Ope the kids are with Juice and Mikey. You take them home. I'll catch up with Lyla."

Ope nodded, and Jax grabbed my arm, "be nice to Tara."

"Tell her to be nice to Lyla," I growled, "it's the least you could do for covering this shit up."

I could see the pain in his eyes. He knew that I knew. I ripped my arm from him and chased after Lyla. She was crying in her car. I sighed. I knew what it was like to feel unaccepted and unloved. Slowly, I made my way to the passenger's side and knocked on the window. She wiped her tears and turned the car on to unlock the door.

"Hey," I said slowly, "are you okay?"

She shook her head, "I just...I don't get why she's such a bitch to me."

"Trust me," I said with a shrug, "they're just wary of you...I wouldn't take it personally."

She opened the door and I got into the seat next to her.

"Amanda, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "you can call me Mandy."

"You're Juice's girlfriend?"

"Yeah. And one of Clay's daughters."

"That's why they're nice to you."

"They kind of have to," I said with a smirk, "they're not so kind to JC though."

"They're meaner than some of the girls that work for Luann."

"Forget those bitches," I said, trying to comfort her, "Lyla, can I be honest with you?"

"Please," she said in a huff, "I feel like everyone is either a cunt, or walking on eggshells with me."

"You're the first person that Opie has even shown interest in," I admitted, "ever since Donna died, it was like a part of him did too. His mom came down to make sure the kids were taken care of...and then he came across you...it seems like he's slowly coming back to life..."

"We just get each other."

"I think he likes you," I replied, "the others—Tara, my mom, the crow eaters—they all can see Opie is interested in you."

"He's not," she said, shaking her head, "he jus-"

"Lyla," I said, reaching across the gearshift and taking a hand, "he is. That's why they're going after you. You are doing something that not even the club could do for him. Helping him live...that's a gift...I think they're just worried you'll try and take him away."

"I wouldn't," she said. It sounded like a desperate promise, "I wouldn't even think of it. I know Ope loves the club."

"I know," I smiled, "we just gotta show them that."

Chapter 14

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 12

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions of cancer, angst, aggression, medical situations.

Jax’s POV

"I finished it," she said, putting the manuscript on the table. I looked up at her. I didn't know what she expected me to say, "Alicia gave it to me."

"What do you want me to say?"

"You keep saying you want to change things," she replied, "but you keep repeating old behaviors. You can't have it both ways."

"You don't want to have this argument with me sweetheart," I said putting my cigarette down. She sat down in front of me and I nodded. "Is there anything you love so much that you'd protect it no matter what the cost. The damage it did to you."

"Yeah," she said with a shrug, "yeah. A child."

"That's how I feel about this club," I admitted, "Since I was five Tara, all I ever wanted was a Harley and a kutte. We've argued over that for years. Alicia could accept that. Look, change doesn't happen over night. It won't even happen quickly. Or without blood. But it will happen. It has to."

Tara just stared at me. It felt like somehow, something had changed about our relationship, "is there something you wanna talk about?"

"You know Alicia is dying, right?" she asked me.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, "she's fine. She'll pull through."

"You know she won't. That's why Chibs was so reckless, and cheating on her. She told me all about it after she'd passed out at the police station. She's in the late stages, Jax. She’s not just going to ‘pull through.’ Mikey, Cain, and Declan aren’t going to have a mother."

"I don't wanna talk about Alicia."

"If she dies, you know custody of Mikey and Cain goes to Chibs right?"

I felt my nostrils flare. I didn't want to think about any of it right now, but Tara just kept wanting to push me about it. I got up to leave, "see you later."

I was quick about getting out of there. I didn't want to be anywhere near that situation...well I didn't want to talk about it with her...there was only gonna be one person I talked about the future of my children with.

I made my way up to her room, and part of me couldn't help but shed a few tears. She was up in the cancer ward. She looked thinner than I'd remembered. Her hair was gone, but she'd had her head wrapped in a scarf or some bullshit.

"Jax."

She was surprised to see me. I nodded, unable to say anything as my breath caught in my throat. I couldn't hold back the sniffle, and a few tears slide down my cheeks. Too many memories from when we were younger ran through my mind.

When she was pregnant with Mikey and I promised her a long happy life and a house and picket fence if she ran away with me.

Times when we were carefree and young, and she was on the back of my bike, her arms hugging me.

My heart broke at the shell of the woman that I loved laying in the bed.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"You knew I had to visit eventually," I sighed, "you're the mother of my children. My first love...and you're layin here with tubes goin in and out of you...it don't feel right darlin."

She gave me a soft smile, "don't worry about me, Jax."

"I always worry about you," I admitted, taking a chair. I sniffled again and she reached over to her bedside and handed me a tissue, "you're something special Leesh."

She put a hand on mine, "Jax...I'm not anything special."

I shook my head, "don't say that. Please don't say that Leesh."

"Why are you here, Jackson?" she asked, "Gemma brings the kids by every day, but you've been out for about two weeks now. Never stopped in."

"I wanna talk about the kids."

"Filip is getting them when I die," she said, matter of fact, "if he doesn't feel like he can take care of them, I've already talked to Tara."

"What?" I asked, lifting my head, "you talked to Tara?"

She nodded, "the day I gave her the manuscript."

"What gives you the right?" I asked, feeling the anger rise in my chest "She-"

"She will be there for you after I die, Jackson," she said simply. Her voice was fragile and small. Not like how it'd been almost her whole life. She was never anything other than blunt, "I want what's best for our children...Filip raising them would be that...the next step is Tara...don't pretend to think you would be the first choice. Tara and Gemma pretty much pull split duty on Abel as it is right now."

I felt my jaw clench. But she wasn't wrong.

"We should have talked about it together."

"Am I wrong Jax?" she asked, “our parents can’t watch the kids full time…they-they aren’t young anymore, Jax…Gemma can barely keep up with Abel…Declan, Cain, and Mikey have been running her ragged the past few weeks.”

I wasn't able to look her in the eyes and lie to her. I knew that her solution was the best answer. I just didn't want to admit that it was. Because then, if I did that, maybe I would talk myself out of doing it all together. I'd walk away on all of my kids.

"You think Chibs can handle three kids?" I asked, "he's already been off his rocker the past few months...I'm guessing that's your doing."

"He's the first one I told," she admitted, "I needed to put all my cards on the table. When the doc told me the cancer had spread and that it's just about everywhere, I knew I had to make a game plan..."

"You two all but split though...you know until right before the car exploded."

"We talked through it," she sighed, “we figured it out.”

"You two didn't bang it out?" I asked, trying to be funny.

She shook her head, "no. We talked about what's been going on with us. He said that he just had a bad reaction...he felt bad for it, because he knows we'll never be able to make those lost months up. We made out like a couple of high schoolers, and I blew him…but we didn’t have sex. Jax…this isn’t what you want to talk about though, and we both know it. So just come out with it."

"Yeah."

"Jax," she pleaded, "don't be like me and Filip. You and Tara were meant to be together. The two of you need to treasure every moment you have together."

Clay’s POV

I sat at the table, smoking my cigar. After we'd gotten out, and Gemma had driven us home we split apart. She knew something was up, but she didn't talk to me.

For that I was grateful.

I needed to think about it.

"You get any sleep?" she asked, coming into the dining room. She began to make herself some coffee.

"Not much."

"The fight with Jax?"

I gave her a sideways look, "it's my problem."

"Donna?"

I felt my nostrils flare. I didn't want to talk about it, "don't matter why. Had to happen."

Gemma sat down beside me. She was curious, "what?"

"Him challenging me," I admitted, ""It's in his damn DNA. Maybe you're right. Ghost of his old man is haunting him."

I got up and I could hear the fear in her voice, "How does that play out?"

"Guess we'll find out," I replied, throwing on my kutte, “you know how things play out, Gem.”

"I wanna do a dinner tonight," Gemma said, trying to change topic, "everyone."

"It's not a good time."

"It's the perfect time," she replied, "We'd need it now more than ever."

I sighed. Part of me knew that she was right, but I didn't want to think about us being closer together. Especially not if Jax was just gonna tear it all apart with his temper tantrums, "do what you gotta do."

I made my way outside, and my phone buzzed. Opening it, I saw Elliot's name pop up on the screen.

"Clay, I need to meet with you? Come out to my land in fifteen."

I nodded, and remembered that he couldn't see it, "I'm on my way."

Before anything else could be said I shut the phone and got on my bike. Today was gonna be an interesting day.

Chib's POV

"Fiona?"

My vision was fuzzy, but there was no mistaking my wife. She gave me a soft smile, "mornin' love."

"Jesus," I muttered, "what the hell are you doing here?"

"I heard about what happened," she said slowly. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek, "Alicia called Kerrieanne. We were worried."

"Alli cat called you?"

"That's from Kerrieanne," she said, referencing the kiss. I nodded. She wouldn't answer my question, “I-.”

"You alone?"

"Doesn't matter," she said quickly, "came to see you. How are you feelin?"

"Like I was blown up," I said with a laugh, "Doctor says I'm healing."

"I'm glad."

"It was a bad idea," I muttered, "you coming here."

"My life is a series of bad ideas lovey."

I nodded, "yeah."

I felt her hand brush my cheek and I closed my eyes. She was whispering sweet nothings into my ear in Gaelic.

I don't know how long I'd been out for but when I came to again Alicia was sitting down with Fiona in the corner.

"Doctor said he's getting there," she rasped, “he’s in and out, but…you know how it is.”

My heart broke, seeing Alli like this. She was sickeningly thin. Her clothes hung off her frame, and she'd had an IV stand with her.

"And you?"

She shook her head.

"I'm gonna take the kids," I said, getting the attention of both women. Alicia gave me a smile and made her way beside me, "I know I messed things up a few months ago when you told me...but I...I was scared...Alli I've spent so long trying to be with you and when you told me I'm losing you...I-"

"It's okay, Filip," she said, putting a hand on mine. I took her hand and kissed it, "I understand. I'm afraid too."

Fiona came up to the bed and pulled a chair up so Alicia could sit, "you're tired lass. You need to sit down."

She turned to Fiona and said thank you, before sitting next to me.

"How's Cain?"

She smiled, "he's good. He was touch and go for a minute. They let him out the other day. My mom brings him in every day to see me."

"You don't get to go home?"

She bit her lip, "Filip I know you aren't blind. I'm wasting away..."

"That's the second reason I'm here," Fiona admitted, "Chibs, I'm helping Alicia plan her fu-"

"Don't you say it," I said, feeling myself tear up. I had cut her off from the words I feared, but I didn't want to hear my wife telling me she was helping the love of my life plan her funeral. I didn't want to think about it, "oh please for the love of god, don't say it."

Gemma came in at the perfect moment. She saw Alicia sitting beside me, and Fiona who was in the corner.

"You're a long way from home, sweetheart." Gemma smirked.

"Yes I am."

"Why?"

"I was worried about him," she lied, looking at Alicia for a moment, “Can’t a woman be worried?”

Gemma raised a brow, "you could have sent flowers."

"I just needed to see him, Gemma."

"We are in a shit storm here," Gemma growled, "the last thing we need is you turning him inside out."

Before I could respond, Alicia stood up, gripping her stand, "I called her."

Gemma looked taken aback. I tried to reach out to her, but she looked at Gemma defiantly.

"Hello," Tara said, walking into possibly the most awkward situation to have ever existed, “am I-interrupting?”

"Doctor Knowles. Fiona Larkin."

"Nice to meet you," Tara said uncomfortably, "I'm afraid ICU is for immediate family members only."

Gemma smirked. Alicia took her hand, "she is family."

Fiona smiled at her, before looking to Tara, "I'm his wife."

Tara looked shocked but didn't say anything. She asked for Gemma to come with her. The two women left the room leaving me with Fiona and Alicia.

"You should probably go after them," Alicia said with a laugh, "lord knows what they'll do."

Fiona sighed, and nodded, knowing she was right. Who knew what the doc and Gemma would do to get rid of Fiona.

"You watch our boy," she replied, "I'll be back later."

I turned to Alicia, "when did you get so cozy with my wife."

"When I told you the cancer was back," she sighed, "I knew that Fiona would help get you through it, Filip."

“She won’t help me get through it, love…”

“No…but she’ll be there when I can’t be…”

Chapter 13

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 11

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: aggression/violent acts, getting jumped, being shivved, mentions of past trauma

Jax’s POV

Aryans put out the word," I said, "us white boys are on our own.

"Yeah," Bobby said, joining in, "That's Zobelle tapping into those shot callers."

Clay sat down at the table by us, "Rosen thinks the case is being tied up. Be a while before it sees a court room."

"Without a color crew we ain't gonna make it to trial," Happy said, looking around. He didn't like our odds, “we’ll be picked off.”

Clay looked at me, "yeah, well this heard can use a little thinning."

"It's not his fault we're in here."

He looked at Bobby, "so what? It's mine?"

"We all voted on it," Bobby said, trying to be the voice of reason, “after Cain and Chibs, we-“

"Well I'm working on getting us some friends," Clay said, getting up. He went over to the niners and started talking to a bigger guy. A few minutes later he was back, "he'll talk to us tomorrow. Said he's gotta run it through Laroy."

The day couldn't go quick enough. Soon enough we were back in the cell block. I felt like I had to watch my back from every angle. I tried to go to sleep around 10 or 11, but I couldn't. But it wasn't because of the guys still talking. Every time I closed my eyes, I went back to that night. A week and a half ago. Mikey had called.

She was crying.

She was begging for me to come back.

I shouldn't have let Clay take my phone. I should have grabbed it and found out what was wrong.

It was another restless night.

The next day during rec time Clay talked with the niners. He came back saying we had to get him 2 snitches, and we'd have someone watching our asses.

"I put Opie on the tranny snitch. Gonna use Trammel to set her up."

"Opies doing it alone?"

Clay looked at me, "We are a little busy."

"Then tap another charter."

Clay glared at me. I didn't break the stare off, "hey here's an idea. Why don't you get Hale to help?"

"Alright," Bobby said, cutting in, "What about the other one."

"He's over there in PC," Clay said. Then he nodded over to Juice, "and he's got a thing for Puerto Rican wood."

"Ahhh," Bobby sighed, "Juice bait."

"You're okay with this?" I asked, "you okay explaining it to Mandy if shit goes sideways?"

"Yeah," Clay said, "we gotta lure Dion to some place Russell's crew can get to him. Nothing will happen to Juice. Jax, set it up. I'll let our black daddies know it's all in motion."

He got up and began making his way to an edge of the yard so he could make a call to Ope. I started for where Dion was.

"Must be lonely up there, huh?"

He looked at me, "Do I know you blondie?"

"I'm new on the block," I admitted, "Clay."

"Dion," he replied. He looked me up and down, "smoke?"

I nodded and he tossed it over.

"Thanks."

"That face and body," he said, eyeing me up, "it'd get you a lot of uh...store credit."

"I appreciate the offer man," I said with a laugh. I pointed to Bobby, "but I belong to him. The fat guy with the beard."

He shook his head, "no accounting for taste."

"I got other revenue," I said quickly, "short, pretty one. Stupid hair cut."

Dion whistled, and smiled, "ab-so-lutely do able."

"Fifty credit."

"Thirty," Dion responded, a little too quick, "Need a test drive."

"I'll make sure he's tuned up. Where?"

"Infirmary."

I nodded and walked over to the guys. Juice was doing sit ups. Bobby was holding his feet, "up. Just get it off the bench."

"How you doin beautiful?" Tig asked, coming over with Clay and Hap.

Juice sat up, "what?"

"We uh...we need you to take one for the club," Clay said with a smile, “be a good kid for us.”

"Oh shit."

"Snitch over there finds you very appealing."

"Gotta get him out of PC for the family," Bobby explained, "it buys us protection."

"Get him out how?"

"Same way you got my daughter knocked up."

Bobby began to sing what was supposed to be a melody he'd get laid to.

"Oh come on are you serious."

"Nothing's gonna happen," I said, trying to calm him down, "you're just bait. Black will jump before he bites."

"Well," Tig smirked, "we hope."

"50/50 shot you wind up with no dick up your ass."

"What?"

He looked afraid.

"I arranged a meet at the PC infirmary," I said, "you gotta distract Dion. Unlock the guard gate, let in Russell's crew, and it'll be apiece of cake."

"How do I get there?"

I nodded at Tig, and Bobby put a hand on his shoulder to try and catch him for the punch Tig was about to throw. He got him right in the kidney.

"GUARD!"

I smiled at Hap. He chuckled.

"Jesus Christ," Juice cried, "I think you cracked my rib."

"I know," he sighed, feigning sorrow, "I'm sorry. Call it a congratulations present for becoming a father."

We waited until the guard had taken Juice away before I turned to Tig, "you didn't have to hit him that hard."

He shrugged, "Clay told me not to pull the punch. He had one call and he didn't call Mandy. She's really upset brother."

"Clay made him call Rosen," I laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder. Tig turned back to Clay who had a devilish grin on his face.

"Oh come on, you made me crack the dumbasses rib for nothing?"

"Wasn't for nothing," Clay laughed, "you made me smile."

Juice’s POV

I sat in the infirmary and all I could think about how fucked I was. I hope Russells' crew showed up. I am not down to get fucked in the ass by some big black guy.

I took a few deep breaths and looked around.

The knock is what set me off.

Shit.

He's here.

I went over to the door and let him in, "hi. How you doin. Juice."

Dion came in and put his hand on either side of me, "why yes you are."

"Right," I said, ducking under his arm. I turned around and showed him the condoms. Giving a half nervous smile.

"You come prepared," he grinned, “I like that.”

"Oh yeah. I like to be responsible you know." I said with a laugh. I gave an honest laugh there, thinking about my pregnant girlfriend.

Yeah...you're really careful.

"Good for you Juicy," he grinned. I started walking over to the bed and I felt him grabbing my ass, “you’re a tight little thing, aren’t you?

"Yeah..." I said, trying to change subject and get some time on my side, "wow...this is a lot nicer than gen pop."

"It's a little more intimate."

"That too," I admitted, looking towards the door. No one, "yeah.."

"Have a seat."

He patted the bed, and then walked behind me, patting my ass. I turned, but Dion began to whistle and went behind me. He started rubbing my back. My current 'predicament' began to feel more tense.

"You sore baby?"

I nodded, trying to pretend I was with Mandy, "yeah. A little."

I felt his hand snake around to try and grab me.

It didn't feel right. The body against mine was too big. The hand, too masculine. It made me sick to my stomach. I shifted away from him.

"Don't be nervous, sweetheart."

"I'm not," I lied, "I uh. You mind if we uh move this to the bathroom? Little more private?" He smiled, "sure baby."

"I'm sort of shy."

He moaned, and I cringed.

"I'd like to get down to...business."

Dion walked past me and I dropped the condoms on the bed. I followed him into the bathroom. He dropped his pants and began to stroke himself. One hand on his chest, the other on his member.

"Just let me grab the condoms real quick...just."

I went over to the bed and tried to buy more time. When I looked at the door I smiled. Russell and his crew were there.

"Come on honey," Dion growled, "let's get this DONE!"

"Oh we're comin," one of the guys from Russells' crew said.

They stormed the bathroom, and I heard Dion recognize the fact that this was all a trap. Another one of the guys in the family turned to me, thanking me, "you got anything you wanna get out?"

I nodded, "got a phone so I can call my girl?"

"I gotchu man," he nodded. I quickly walked away to the guard outside PC's infirmary. I didn't notice him following me until he handed the guard a $20, "he needs a call."

The guard nodded, and waited until he left. He pulled out his keys and led me to a storage room for the infirmary, "second cabinet, buried in the gauze."

He was gone and I bolted for the cabinet. I smiled when I saw the phone. I dialed the number and waited. It felt like forever, "hello?"

"Baby," I smiled, hardly able to contain my excitement, "baby it's me."

"Juice?"

I nodded, and then realized she wouldn't be able to see me nodding, "yeah."

"How are you...what did you do to....baby?"

I smiled so hard I felt like my face would split open, "we've got someone watching our asses. I'm fine. I just wanted to say I love you...and I miss you. And I'm the biggest dumbass in the world for not agreeing with you."

I could hear her sigh on the line.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she sighed, "I just...I wish you were home with me...I feel so lost without you."

"You're not alone though. You have the baby...and Rizario...and your mom and sister."

"Juan Carlos, there's something I need to tell you."

The door opening shocked me, and I put the phone in my pocket. The guard looked at me, "time's up, inmate."

"I just need one mor-"

"No." He held out his hand and I pulled the phone back out.

"I gotta go baby. I love you."

"I love you too J-"

She began. But I didn't get to hear the rest of it. The guard snatched the phone out of my hands and snapped it shut. I tried to push away the anger from what he'd just done, but I was so happy to get to speak to Mandy, I quickly forgave it.

"You ready to go?"

I nodded. He handed me a new set of clothes, and we began to walk to the yard. When we got out I saw the guys. I felt the joy in my chest erupt into a smile, and I gave them a thumbs up. They were a little far into the yard, but I started making my way to em.

God damn AB started blocking my way, and finally a big guy came up and shoved me.

A stabbing pain ripped into my back.

Then another.

Everyone was yelling and screaming. I could see Jax rushing towards me.

"Get it out," I yelled, "get it out."

"GUARD!"

"Come on man," Tig said, pulling me into his arms, "I got ya brother."

I felt some pressure on my back, and one of the guys ripped the shivs out of me.

"SHIT!"

I kept screaming as they put their shirts over my wounds. The guards and Jax tried to get me out. I screamed in pain, and suddenly everything went dark.

Mandy’s POV

"Come with me?"

"What?"

"I'm taking Abel. Hopefully I can appeal to Oswald that way," she said simply, "maybe if he sees that we are every bit a family as he is, he'll feel something."

"It feels a little dirty, mom."

"Fine," she shrugged, "don't."

She went to get up, but I couldn't let her leave without me. Lord knows all the world needs is her trying to blackmail Oswald...then I'd never see dad, or Juice...or Tig...or even Jax again. We made the short stop at Jaxs' house to pick up Abel. Neeta was happy to get a reprieve. Especially when I told her that we were going to the church.

Mom immediately saw him, and went to work, like an eagle on her prey. I sat down and listened to the choir. It was beautiful. When Tristan saw me she smiled. When choir broke and everyone packed up, she sat next to me.

"It's good to see you outside of group."

I smiled, "it's nice to be out."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm surviving," I said, trying to think of positive things to say, "I can't complain."

"Can I ask something?"

I nodded.

"You told us at group the other day you're pregnant...is it..."

I shook my head, "no. It uhm, it's my boyfriends...we didn't mean to have sex when we did...but honestly I'm glad I did. He-he was my first."

She nodded, thinking about her own experiences. I put a hand on her shoulder. She hugged me, "I know that it was you that did that...thank you."

I pulled away, "what?"

"I overheard your dad talking to my dad not too long ago about the knife...and the package that showed up the day after he..."she began, putting pieces together. She cut herself off and started looking around, "anyways...I know that when middle school hit we kind of stopped being friends...it felt like it anyways...thank you for caring about me."

"It's kind of weird we're in a similar boat," I said, musing on our recent history, "who would have thought something so horrible brought us back together."

She gave me a sympathetic smile, "I'm going to talk to my dad tonight when we get him...if your mom can't convince him to do anything, maybe I can."

"I wouldn't ask that of you, Tris."

"I want to," she said with a smile. She put a hand on my stomach, "you've done so much to help my healing...helping bring your family back together...it's the least I can do to help yours."

I felt a few tears come to my face and I wiped them off, "it's not nice to make a pregnant girl cry."

She laughed and hugged me. I hugged her back, whispering thanks and crying. When I pulled away, I excused myself. She said she was gonna talk to Gemma.

I went outside and was craving a smoke. I pulled out a cigarette, then looked down at my stomach. I hadn't really gained any weight, so I didn't look pregnant...but I didn't want to do anything to harm the baby.

Ever since that night when me and Juan Carlos had argued over how I was being 'self destructive' when we went to grab Tig, I hadn't been able to look him in the eye. He was right.

I had wanted a baby so bad, but at the first sign of trouble I just ran head first into danger...would that be a good quality for a mom?

I was brought out of my thoughts by my cell ringing. I didn't recognize the number but I answered it anyways, "hello."

"Baby."

I looked at my phone in shock. It sounded like Juice...my breath caught in my throat, "baby it's me."

"Juice?"

Yeah."

"How are you....what did you do to....baby?"

My mind was going a million miles a minute, and had a thousand questions that I wanted to ask. How did he get to a phone....what did he do to be able to call me?

"We've got someone watching our asses," he said excitedly, "I'm fine...I just wanted to say I love you and I miss you....and I'm the biggest dumbass in the world for not agreeing with you."

I sighed.

He wasn't a dumbass.

I was being a dumbass for thinking that he was wrong in the first place.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said, sighing again, "I just wish you were at home with me. I feel so lost without you."

"You're not alone though...you have the baby..and Rizario..and your mom and sister."

I looked down at my stomach and smiled. He was right. I did have family. I needed to stay strong for all of us...so that when he came home everything would be fine.

"Juan Carlos," I admitted, "There's something I need to tell you."

I could hear a noise in the background, and suddenly everything sounded muffled on his end. I could hear bits and pieces of the garbled conversation before it became clear again.

"I gotta go baby, I love you."

"I loe you too Juan Carlos..."

The phone lit up against my face, and the call had ended. I looked at it for another moment hoping that he was okay.

"You expecting something?"

I looked up to see mom staring at me. I shook my head and put my phone away, "no..I just..."

"Well, what is it?"

"I miss Juice," I sighed, not wanting to fill her in on the conversation I'd just had.

"Well if that conversation went as well as I think it did with the Oswalds, they'll be home soon.

Chapter 12

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 10

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: angst, guns, gun violence/mentions of gun violence, mentions of the AB.

Mikey’s POV

Grandma picked me up after Tara and her had shot up Ima's car.

Yeah. Jax called me. He said that Ima called him and was flipping out about grandma. When I asked her about it, she just laughed. Until she received a text. Then she got a sour look on her face, "we need to stop at the station."

"What's wrong?"

"I need to talk to the dear old chief," she growled. A few minutes later we met our detour of the police station, "stay in the car. I'll only be a minute."

My phone buzzed.

'Keep an eye on your grandmother. She and Tara are fucking psychos today.'

I laughed, staring at the message from Jax.

'Juice said something about having to go with you guys tonight. M.C.C? Be careful, dad.'

I put my phone away and looked at the clock of the SUV mom was renting. It'd been a few minutes. I hopped out, and made my way in. Hale was sitting in the bullpen with mom. He was consoling her about something.

"You guys see grandma?"

"Honey," mom said, standing up and away from Hale, "your grandma was supposed to drop you off at the shop."

"She said she had to talk to Unser."

"They went back to the holding cells," Hale said briefly. I nodded and moved past them, not wanting to know what they were talking about.

"and nothing I know could stop that blast," she said. Her voice echoed into the hallway. I took a few steps forward, but not enough to let them know I was in the area, "Clay and Jax taking on what happened to me and Mandy would've....would've made it worse?"

"That's right."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey this ain't on you sweetheart."

"I'm starting to think that uh..it's all on me...she wanted to tell them...Mandy wanted to tell them from the start."

What the hell is she going on about?

What does she mean...what happened to her and Mandy? What did she want to tell them but grandma forced her not to?

Was it Mandy's pregnancy?

I took a few steps forward and saw grandma crying in front of Unser.

"Grandma?"

She hurriedly wiped away some tears, but it didn't help. Her mascara and eyeliner had begun to run, "what the hell are you doing in here, Mikey? I told you to wait in the car."

"Grandma are you okay?"

She shook her head, "it's none of your damn business Mikey. You should've waited for me in the car."

"You said something about you and Aunt Mandy..."

"Chief..." a uni said, running into the holding cells, scaring all of us, "you guys better come quick...Hale told me to get you guys. Something happened."

Jax POV

"We kick in the doors. We grab Zobelle," Bobby said, "we grab him in front of an audience?"

"Com on it's Weston's crew," Tig said, trying to reason with him, "it's a handful of ex-cons and scum bags. Not really reliable witnesses."

"We let them make the first move."

I looked at Clay, "it's a membership rally. It's gonna be packed with AB."

"How the hell do you know that?"

I turned to Tig, "Hale grilled ZObelle's daughter. He's sending the sheriffs to pick him up for questioning."

Happy paled, "we got cops on the way?"

"Yup," I nodded. A few of the guys shook their heads at me. They seemed angry at my actions. But fuck, I wasn't gonna apologize for trying to do this the right way. Something felt off about it. It felt like some bad shit was gonna go down.

"Well then we better hurry," Clay said, "everyone good?"

Ope looked at me, "anything else you wanna tell us."

I nodded, "yeah. We do this, we go to jail. You know that, right?"

"AK's and Shotguns," Clay said, "Let's go."

As Clay began to lead the guys towards the Christian Center, I felt my pocket buzz. I grabbed it, hoping it was Hale telling me the cops would be here in a second so that I could call it all off. But it wasn't. It was Mikey.

"Daddy."

She sounded scared.

"Mikayla?" I asked, "is everything okay?"

I could hear crying, "Daddy where are you? Please come back."

"Mikey I really can't talk right now," I sighed, "is it something you can tell me later?"

"Dad I-"

But the phone was ripped out of my hands. Clay was looking at me, "do we have issues?"

"It's Mikey, Clay," I growled out, "something's wrong."

He looked at my phone. We could both hear crying on the other end, but he closed it, and put the phone in his pocket. I felt my nostrils flaring. He smirked, "what, tough guy? You want to go? You got something you wanna say?"

"Give back my cell, Clay."

"No cell phones during club business," he said, tapping his pocket, "don't worry. I'll hold onto this until we're done."

We glared one another down for a second before I caved. He led us back to the group.

"You, Juice, and Hap take the side," he said to Tig as we walked towards our spot, "come on."

I walked up with Clay to the guards, and we held our guns up, "keep your mouth shut."

"Give me that," Bobby said, taking their guns, and using one of them to knock out one of the guards. Opie got the other. Clay pulled out his cell and dialed Tig.

"Ready!" he said, "Five count. One...two..."

He hung up and I continued the count. On five we filtered in and my mind went blank.

It was a fucking trap.

"Jesus Christ."

Weston ducked from the podium and two shots rang out. Rich white people started screaming and heading for the door. Clay lifted his gun and I stood in front of him, stopping him, and pointing out the cameras.

Opie went after him and we tried to regroup.

"We gotta get the hell outta here," Bobby yelled, "Now."

We all ran to the closest exit. The sheriffs were outside waiting, with multiple cars. They were screaming at us to get down and to drop our weapons.

Fuck.

But the only thing that rang out in my mind was my daughter crying, begging for me to come back. I glared at Clay as an officer knocked me to the ground.

Chapter 11

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